When, on Remembrance Day each year you pay your respects to those who gave their all, be it on parade or in the privacy of your home, you naturally give special thought to crews you knew and who didn't make it. It is the one time in the year when maybe you pull out the old logbook and album....and remember. So many faces....so many names....men just like you, full of hopes and ideals; men who died never to feel a furrowed brow, a thinning head of hair, never to know the joy of their children's laughter; men, once a fine balance of sinew and bone and muscle and blood; men who talked and laughed and thought and wondered and were afraid. All the memorials cannot recapture their spirit, their gaiety, their courage, their unselfishness.
From the J. Batchelor Collection
Lancaster at War Book 3 by Mike Garbett and Brian Goulding