A Tribute

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 18 Aug 2012
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to dad. Mom was the strong one
in our family after dad’s return from
WW 11 full of lifeless image
striped with the remnants of booze
that got him
through strafing days

hard to forget times and
bombers returning to Command
filtered with Ack-Ack fire
from over Germany and someone’s
son in bits and pieces.

Finally home he came bringing back
memories of friends without faces
unable to return to their own
moms and dads and family ties

that was dad
carried such memories
surviving bullets and booze and
we still loved him.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate PG
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
A poignant poem. Not enough respect or understanding was ever shown to the brave men of Bomber Command, many of whom never spoke of their ordeal. Thanks for posting. Linda

Linda

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much Linda. My dad was in the RCAF, Royal Canadian Air Force in Canada for two years and two years with Bomber Command out of London. Dad was like many others, hardly a word of the war, only news I had was a little from mom. Dad passed in 1999 and mom in 2008. Cheers, Richard
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on
Hi Richard. My Dad who died in April was in the RAF in Burma (my set 'An Ordinary Man') and a close family friend flew Lancasters with Bomber Command in WW11. He was awarded the DFM but unfortunately passed away just before the Bomber Command memorial was unveiled in London recently. I would be interested if you have posted anything of your Dads' wartime experiences on here. Linda

Linda

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hi Linda, I have contacted so many people, via e-mail for further info on dad's military history, and not even received the courtesy of a reply. Mom said he worked with British Intelligence in England in the Battle of Britain, and helped send bombers into Germany, so maybe it's very secretive? Peace, Richard
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