The loose door flaps on rusted hinge.
forgotten paintings moulder to oblivion on the flaking walls and through the
shattered panes the sadness of
vanished laughter silently reminds me.
This is where they all lived before death, where their last earthbound
smile was seen; where their sadness,
happiness, and love flamed and
sputtered.
Now the dull, steaming cattle crop the wet grass where the aircraft
waited - aircraft long burned and shattered in flaring, searing skies
and fields.
Nearly sixty years have slipped away, whilst we, the living, are as these
crumbling huts in a deserted field, ravaged by time.
Reflecting on the passing of our friends, Mungo and Jimmy, Cobber, and
young Tim, and so many more; and we were all so young.
Per Ardua ad Astra...
Through dangers to the heavens they flew, from these quiet corners; now
the lowing cattle linger amidst their shades. Remember. lest we forget,
for our tomorrow they gave their today.