12. Nov, 2014

Reflection

Whenever I reflect on the past, I guess I only go as far as my childhood. Today however, despite working on the ward, I looked out across the quiet bay and reflected on times long before I was born. I tried to imagine what it was like a hundred years ago to this very day when it was announced on bill boards that Britain was at war with Germany.

    So many young men left home expecting to fight for their country and return in time for Christmas. But Christmas for thousands of men, never came. The loss of life was overwhelming!

     Mothers waited anxiously for a knock on the door, a painful, desperate wait, for their sons to return from a war that raged throughout Europe. As I stared out of the hospital window I found it hard to comprehend such a time.

      As the morning wore on, I found myself humming war songs my mother and grandmother sang to me when I was a little girl. My favourite was ‘We’ll keep a Welcome in the hillside’ but my grandmother’s was ‘Keep the home fires burning’.....This one is for you Gran and to the son you lost in WW2.

They were summoned from the hillside, they were called in from the glen,
And the country found them ready at the stirring call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardships, as the soldiers pass along,
And although your heart is breaking, make it sing this cheery song:

Keep the Home Fires burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away they dream of home.
There’s a silver lining, through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out, 'till the boys come home.

Overseas there came a pleading,
"Help a nation in distress."
And we gave our glorious laddies, honour bade us do no less,
For no gallant son of freedom to a tyrant's yoke should bend,
And a noble heart must answer to the sacred call of "Friend".

Keep the Home Fires Burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away they dream of home.
There’s a silver lining, through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out 'till the boys come home