Finest of mortal friends, I'll not forget
When the war's a faded memory in the land
Which once stood tensely in the closing net,
I'll think of what is past - and understand
Yours was a truthful voice among the lies,
Unshaken by the falsehoods that were rife;
You were the men with level fearless eyes
Who lived with death, yet still believed in life
Laughter was yours, that held no bitter sting
That bubbled up more quickly than the rest.
Your steady friendship was a sacred thing
And I who held it was doubly blessed.
Decades of easy peace may go their way
And tide and time will drift us far apart -
But you who shared our savage Yesterday,
Will hold the highest places in my heart.
Flight Lieutenant Peter Roberts