VICTORY BY B . M . L. FROST
We must not seek for rest and ease
At this, our great moment in History.
For rather should we spur to higher effort,
Now that hostilities have ceased.
How we’ve all longed for this V-DAY
No tongue can tell, it seemed so far away-
And when in ’40 we stood alone, and nearly fell.
It must be said how firm we stood, for our honour
And other countries’ good.
The task was not easy, but just the reverse,
Then thanks to “THE FEW’,’ we braced for the worst
We were all crusaders fighting for freedom;
Nought must not dismay us, in our work of
Reconstruction – That’s a task which depends
On everyone; rich, poor, and everyman,
Let us remember at this bright hour
The dark deeds of the hun;
Force him to see that cruelty is not just fun
But he forgot that “Right is Might’,’
And that being so, He’ s now full of woe.
Posterity. Beware, the aims of our foe.
Notes from Hazel below
Living in Ashford Kent during the Battle of Britain I watched the amazing feats of our Spitfires and Hurricanes. I was sixteen years old.
The poem above was written by my mother Mrs B M L Frost
My young brother Peter Frost joined the R A F when old enough.
We lived near the front line Ashford Hospital Kings Avenue. I trained to become a State Registered Nurse there.
The secretly fortified railway bridge was near us at the bottom of Kings Avenue with fortified houses each side of the bridge. The tank traps have been removed to a safe place in London. They were the only ones with spears.
Ashford with “Operation Sealion.” [Hitlers invasion plans] was in a similar situation as Caen with “Operation Overload” [D Day]
Briefly evacuation of the civilian population and only the homeguard army, civil defence, hospital services and police would remain. All pets would be destroyed. When my mother, sister and brother were forcibly evacuated all the Ashford men including our father had to remain and were instructed to fight to their end. We never expected to see our father again. We returned to experience “The Battle of Britain”.
My mother was already orphaned and lost her beloved brother Petter Vigor on the Somme. His name is on the Thiepval memorial. This may have inspired her to write this emotional poem.