- Contributed by
- Robin Tilley
- People in story:
- Uncle Spen
- Location of story:
- Portsmouth, Hampshire
- Background to story:
- Article ID:
- Contributed on:
- 01 August 2004
For Uncle Spen
My Uncle Spen was the eccentric of the family.
When doodle bugs whirred and bombs fell and all were stirred by the silence of hell,
When shelters were constucted in backyards and the glass of windows became devilish shards, When sirens sounded and mothers feared,
When fathers departed never to return,
When all of us felt war’s cold burn,
Spen treated it all with scorn.
He walked to the shelter in the best he had worn.
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