1945

By Annie Liz  

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Across the wide pacific

And the North and Coral Sea,

And the storm tossed wild Atlantic

We had wrested victory.

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We built the ships and bred the crew

And well we knew their worth!

For our battle scarred old Empire  

And her allies gave them birth.

There were U-boats in the waters!

There were bombs rained from the sky!

But the men who manned our navy

Were not afraid to die.

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Across the burning desert sands,

With heart and bitter thirst

And through the murky jungle shades

With fever at its worst,

They fought against overwhelming odds!

Defeat seemed very near –

But each man held his courage high

To hide the face of fear.

And when the fight seemed hopeless, lost

The way was hard to see,

We knew each one would carry on  

To final victory.

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Above the seas, above the earth,

And far into the sky,

That breed of men still fought for right

And cared not through they die!

For well they knew that some must fall

Ere half the task be done –

And well they knew the ranks would fill

Till victory be won.

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And there were still bold hearts at home,

Through oft in humble guise,

And many a dauntless spirit

Looked out through aged eyes,

And the sacrifice of children

And of lonely saddened wives

Helped hasten on the victory

And save the fighter’s lives

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And – one who watched with pitying eyes

The Guiding Hand held true,

So through we cheered the victory

May we be thankful too.

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Contributed with thanks to Annie’s daughter, Anne McCubben.

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