It was on a D-Day morning, The time was 6.15,
When a group of British Tommies Stormed the shores of Normandy.
It was on that D-Day morning When invasion had begun,
That a gallant British Tommy Fell down to a Spander gun.
His comrades gathered round him, Faces wet with tears they shed,
And they heard his dying message, And this is what he said.
Will my soul go back to England? Will it reach old Blighty’s shores?
Will it find the little village In the place where I was born?
Tell me this before I die Jim, Will my soul in England be?
For I fought and died for England For her Rights and Liberty.
WORLD WAR 2
& the People of the Parish
A number of photographs taken by men from the Parish who served in the army, navy and air force, from their family albums.
We will remember them . . .
Insights into the lives of the families and men from the Parish who lost their lives in the Second World War 1939-45.
Will my soul go back to England?
Will it reach old Blighty’s shores?
Will it find the little village
In the place where I was born?
From “Normandy” by Anon.