It might seem tedious to keep harping on this year after year, but frankly I think giving up smoking after 35 years of two-pack-a-day slavery to the habit was the smartest and bravest thing I ever did. And I know for a dead certainty that I would not be here writing this today if I had continued smoking the way I did.
So I’ll keep celebrating my freedom, year after year!
If a miracle
or the toss of a coin
could have summoned peace
and coated our wounds with a soothing balm
we would not have been tardy
to accept it
in those forlorn days of 1939 and 1940
but as the umber clouds of autumn
turned first to dusky grey and then to the darkest night
of wartime winter
and then it’s spring again
and our boys again
are battling for the open blue skies again
and we settle in for the long haul
we accept that their sacrifice
shall not be in vain
and we pray not for a miracle
or a coin toss
but for victory
The original Battle of Britain Day was 15 September 1940.