A Girls life in 43


1940s return home





She peered out at the early morning

And sighed a young girls sigh

A fresh new day now was dawning

She would manage to get by

40s girlie ad

The war was happening far away

In the year of 1943

If there was another air raid today

She’d wait it out gracefully

She was in love with a soldier

The problem was her best friend

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Soon they’d have to sort it out

Or stay rivals to the bitter end

One night while making out on the porch

1940s porch

She decided it was time to give

Though it was for her friend he carried the torch

She knew she must live and let live

40s lounge

Next day she took a job away from home

Advertising a brand new soap

1940s soap ad

All the while knowing if she left them alone

She’d be the one  to mope

Soon she was selling war bonds on the side

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And met someone else to even the score

50s weddingSoon they would both be brides.

And turn a blind eye to the war

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French Hibiscus

Back then

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Back then the family home was the prize

It’s what they were fighting for

If we could see the world through their eyes

We’d understand their war

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Back then it was a different world

And all their gardens were neat

At the local hall they gave swing a whirl

And knew everyone on their street

Hollywood canteen ticket

Back then it was a different kind of fun

It was innocent and yet

You wouldn’t put it past anyone

To make a two up bet

Back then there was honour to uphold

there was some dignity in war

1940s fashion

They stuck to their vows to have and to hold

It’s what they were fighting for

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War Dogs

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As a war dog I lived life on the edge

Always there at the sound of your voice

I never looked at the world in dread

But found reason to rejoice

Jack Russel at war

In the thought that I could comfort you

Be there in your hour of need

Knowing you were there for me too

Gave me the strength to heed

dogs fly

I loved to watch you fly your plane

And go with you in the jeep

It didn’t matter if it rained

Or if I’d had no sleep

Doggies rucksack

I carried your backpack with pride

I followed your every move

I was forever  there at your side

Faithful through and through

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I was a war dog courageous and bold

I marched in line with my mate

And when at last I also grew old

You were there at the pearly gate.

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Lady Spy


Amy Elisabeth Thorpe 'Cynthia'


Nancy Wake(1945)

Of the female spies in the second world war

Very few remained alive

Their names are not often brought to the fore

Nor the daring for which they died

Their brave hearted deeds have gone amiss

There’s no-one marches for them

Their souls are forever cast adrift

In an eternal sea of men

Virginia Hall spoke German and French on the side

She trained resistance fighters

Organised drop zones and safe houses to hide

for many wounded survivors

And with her wooden leg code named ‘Cuthbert’

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She escaped to Spain and really roughed it.

Princess Noor Inayat Khan  wireless operator

whose code name was ‘Madelaine’

Was captured and tortured by interrogators

But kept her silence till the end.

Despite her rank she could not be saved

And is buried in a nameless grave.

Barbara Lauwers ran a lonely hearts club

Sending false love letters to the German side

Virginia Hall

To make them believe their wives were at the pub

With Frenchmen whom they could not abide

As a result they deserted and raced home

To find their wives in bed alone.

Amy Elisabeth Thorpe the Mata Hari of her day

had the Vichy Press attache beguiled

Soon codes and ciphers were obtained

from the safe in which they’d been filed

Nancy Wake's passport

For the British she helped break the ‘enigma code’

Then at last  released and again on the road.

As for Nancy Wake she was one of our  own

Even awarded ‘The Legion Of Honour’

Code named ‘The White Mouse’ she was often prone

Cynthia

To train new fighters and she was a stunner

Who in the guise of a painted lady

The Gestapo thought  rather too shady

Violette Zabo sabotaged roads and railway bridges

With her group of trained ‘Marquisards’
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Exposed those who abused their priviledges

Producing German war materials in the back yard

In an open field she was finally caught

So few remember how bravely she fought

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How brave  these daring women of war

Let’s shout their names out loud

Let them know that someone’s keeping score

And that it’s for them  we march proud.

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