Rearmament
I have heard the sullen howl of madness
rising, falling, from afar;
I see the desperate hate of nations
boiling up; it reeks of war.
I have dreamed of joy, unmeasured gladness,
planned my joys – for I am young;
England was weak, and dreams were broken;
England meet the day – be strong!
FLYING OFFICER A. N. C.
WEIR DFC, SHOT DOWN AND
KILLED NOVEMBER 1940