Here inscribed the names of friends we knew,
Young men with whom we often flew.
Scrambled to many angels high,
They knew that they or friends might die.
Many were very scarcely trained,
And many badly burnt or maimed.
Behind each name a story lies
Of bravery in summer skies;
Though many brave unwritten tales
Were simply told in vapour trails.
Many now lie in sacred graves
And many rest beneath the waves.
Outnumbered every day they flew,
Remembered here as just 'The Few'.
’Our Wall’ by Battle of Britain pilot, Flt Lt William Walker, inscribed on the Memorial Wall at Capel-Le-Ferne. What it may lack in lyrical quality compared to, say, High Flight, it makes up for in brutal honesty.
This then, is my tribute to the men memorialised in that poem, and on that wall, for they truly were ‘our wall’ in 1940.
Nothing remarkable in my choice, although friends may cavil at the choice of scale, the relatively recent Tamiya tooling of the icon of the Battle, the Spitfire.
Spitfire by Tamiya by Jon Gwinnett, on Flickr