Remembering …

Remembrance II

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Their blood was lost;

In battle died

While far away

Their mothers cried.

The war not theirs,

But fought they did

For noble cause

Their bodies bled.

With open heart

And focused mind

They gave their all

For humankind.

Remember them,

Forget them not,

Our precious freedom

Their lives bought.

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Stream of consciousness words for a day of remembering.

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Archie Gordon

A salute to my great uncle, Flight Engineer Archibald Don Gordon, Bomber Command 405 Squadron killed in action April 6, 1942 over the Bay of Biscay, France. He was 23 years old.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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Lest We Forget …

A reprise of a tribute to my Uncle Archie Gordon killed in WWII. Sadly, one of many ~ lest we forget …

Eyes to Heart

Archie Gordon

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On April 6, 1943, a Halifax bomber with 405 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force, in which my great uncle, Sergeant Archibald Don Gordon, was flight engineer, was shot down over the Bay of Biscay off the coast of France.

p_contribution_squadron405a

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The second youngest of a large farm family living in northern Alberta, he was a bright and cheerful chap adored by everyone. He was closest in age to my grandmother and they were fast friends.

He volunteered.

On the back of his photo (above) my grandmother wrote:

“He said, ‘Someone has to do it.'”

He was in his early 20s when he left for war. He did his duty for his country and paid the ultimate price.

Sergeant Gordon’s body was recovered and is buried in the war cemetery in Pornic, France.

My grandmother had custody of his service medals until the day she died, and they remain in the…

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Lest We Forget …

Archie Gordon

~*~

On April 6, 1943, a Halifax bomber with 405 Squadron of the Royal Canadian Air Force, in which my great uncle, Sergeant Archibald Don Gordon, was flight engineer, was shot down over the Bay of Biscay off the coast of France.

p_contribution_squadron405a

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The second youngest of a large farm family living in northern Alberta, he was a bright and cheerful chap adored by everyone. He was closest in age to my grandmother and they were fast friends.

He volunteered.

On the back of his photo (above) my grandmother wrote:

“He said, ‘Someone has to do it.'”

He was in his early 20s when he left for war. He did his duty for his country and paid the ultimate price.

Sergeant Gordon’s body was recovered and is buried in the war cemetery in Pornic, France.

My grandmother had custody of his service medals until the day she died, and they remain in the family to this day.

Standing to attention

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He was only one of many, many lost.

Lest we forget …

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti, All Rights Reserved 2013