You Just Pushed Your Luck by M.A.Meddings
Having served in Bomber command and flown a full tour of bombing missions over Germany during the second world war, shot down and evaded enemy capture, my father eventually met his maker on 3rd Of May 1967. He died from a massive Coronary thrombosis and was aged 47. 25 years earlier In April 1942. He was in the crew of a Lancaster bomber when it was shot down by German Airdefences and came down in Belgum. My father, the pilot, and four other crew members all got out relatively uncscathed and were picked up by the Belgian resistance, who sent them back home through the escape route system.
Father was reported missing believed killed in action but my mother later got a telegram saying he was alive and well.
Two months after getting shot down he turned up again and my Sister Josephine was the result.
You just had to push your luck
And had no truck with half measure pleasure
Ride the tiger thats what you did
Even when you hid from the Germans
let us all believe you were dead
Until someone said you were coming home
A king to your throne in my life
When I had a new wife
Remember the one you didnt like
That was our only difference
Except when I got to really know you
You went and died
Prematurely damn you
Why couldnt you have waited
Until my son was born
You just had to push your luck
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-05-04 at 09:33
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