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Full Moon today

Bubbles_Barker

LE
Book Reviewer
Bomber's moon.

Lie in the dark and listen,
It's clear tonight so they're flying high
Hundreds of them, thousands perhaps,
Riding the icy, moonlight sky.
Men, materials, bombs and maps
Altimeters and guns and charts
Coffee, sandwiches, fleece-lined boots
Bones and muscles and minds and hearts
English saplings with English roots
Deep in the earth they've left below
Lie in the dark and let them go
Lie in the dark and listen.
Lie in the dark and listen

They're going over in waves and waves
High above villages, hills and streams
Country churches and little graves
And little citizen's worried dreams.
Very soon they'll have reached the sea
And far below them will lie the bays
And coves and sands where they used to be
Taken for summer holidays.
Lie in the dark and let them go
Lie in the dark and listen.

Lie in the dark and listen
City magnates and steel contractors,
Factory workers and politicians
Soft hysterical little actors Ballet dancers,
'reserved' musicians,
Safe in your warm civilian beds
Count your profits and count your sheep
Life is flying above your heads
Just turn over and try to sleep.
Lie in the dark and let them go
Theirs is a world you'll never know
Lie in the dark and listen.


Noel Coward.
Thank you for posting that - I've never seen it before.

Only one line to disagree with, but I suppose Coward was so '...very English....'
 
44 in bomber county
Young men waiting for the night
In the hedgerow's birds are singing
calling in the falling light
And the Captain says, tonight there'll be a Bombers Moon
We'll be there and back underneath a Bombers Moon
A thousand Bombers over the Northern Sea
Heading out, out, for Germany
Chalkie White stands at the dart board
Curley Thompson writes to his wife
Nobby Clarke and Jumbo Johnson
Playing cards and smoking pipes
And over the hangers rises a Bombers Moon
Full and clear rising as the engines croon
The planes they taxi out on to runway five
And sail off out into the silvery night
Sandy Campbell checks his oil gauge
the Belgium coast is coming soon
Curley Thompson lifts his sextant
lines up on the Bombers Moon
The waves are shining there
below the Bombers Moon
Lancaster's flying high, above the Bombers Moon
Coming in along the Belgian coast
a thousand silver shrouded ghosts
Flak flies up around the city
Jumbo Johnson banks his plane
Goes in low and drops his payload
turns to join the pack again
People are dying there below the Bombers Moon
The Cities a raging Hell below the Bombers Moon
The planes head out towards the Northern Sea
Young men coming home from victory
Over Belgium came the fighters
flying high against the night
Curley Thompson saw them coming
closing in before he died
Young men shot them down below the Bombers Moon
Shot them down in flames below the Bombers Moon
Young men sending young men to their graves
Saw them down into the North Sea waves
83 in Bomber County
Mrs White dusts the picture, and she cries
Chalky White in uniform, looking as he did the day he died
For God's sake no more Bombers Moon's
No more young men going out to die too soon
Old men sending young men out too die
Young men dying for a politicians lies
For God's sake no more Bombers Moon's
No more young men going out to die too soon
Old men sending young men out too kill
if we don't stop them then they never will
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon, s
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
 

Helm

MIA
Moderator
Book Reviewer
44 in bomber county
Young men waiting for the night
In the hedgerow's birds are singing
calling in the falling light
And the Captain says, tonight there'll be a Bombers Moon
We'll be there and back underneath a Bombers Moon
A thousand Bombers over the Northern Sea
Heading out, out, for Germany
Chalkie White stands at the dart board
Curley Thompson writes to his wife
Nobby Clarke and Jumbo Johnson
Playing cards and smoking pipes
And over the hangers rises a Bombers Moon
Full and clear rising as the engines croon
The planes they taxi out on to runway five
And sail off out into the silvery night
Sandy Campbell checks his oil gauge
the Belgium coast is coming soon
Curley Thompson lifts his sextant
lines up on the Bombers Moon
The waves are shining there
below the Bombers Moon
Lancaster's flying high, above the Bombers Moon
Coming in along the Belgian coast
a thousand silver shrouded ghosts
Flak flies up around the city
Jumbo Johnson banks his plane
Goes in low and drops his payload
turns to join the pack again
People are dying there below the Bombers Moon
The Cities a raging Hell below the Bombers Moon
The planes head out towards the Northern Sea
Young men coming home from victory
Over Belgium came the fighters
flying high against the night
Curley Thompson saw them coming
closing in before he died
Young men shot them down below the Bombers Moon
Shot them down in flames below the Bombers Moon
Young men sending young men to their graves
Saw them down into the North Sea waves
83 in Bomber County
Mrs White dusts the picture, and she cries
Chalky White in uniform, looking as he did the day he died
For God's sake no more Bombers Moon's
No more young men going out to die too soon
Old men sending young men out too die
Young men dying for a politicians lies
For God's sake no more Bombers Moon's
No more young men going out to die too soon
Old men sending young men out too kill
if we don't stop them then they never will
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
No more, No more Bombers Moon, s
No more, No more Bombers Moon's
If you are going do it, do it properly
" Mike Harding was born in 1944, a few weeks after his father was killed returning from a bombing raid over Germany. When, many years later, Harding released his’ song, Bomber’s Moon, he said it was:


“Dedicated to the memory of my father, Flight Sergeant Louis Arthur ‘Curly’ Harding, a navigator in Lancaster Bombers, who died with his crew when his plane was shot down returning from a raid over Germany. It’s also dedicated to the memory of my good friend Jurgen Boch of Cologne, who was a small child in a bomb shelter in Germany on the night my father died, and to my mother who was a bride, a widow and a mother within the space of a year.” "
 
There is also evidence to confirm that crime rises during a full moon.


I can confirm that the inmates of a loony-bin get decidedly more restive at the syzygy of the Earth, Moon, and Sun; when the Moon and Sun are in opposition.
 
On many a clear night, cold and crisp and moonlit my parents would say 'It's Blitz Night' as they were both children in Sheffield on the nights that the Luftwaffe 'popped in for a visit' Dad's street took a bit of a battering and the ARP post in the church at the end of the road took a direct hit and killed all there. His father, a veteran of the trenches threw himself over his wife and son in the Anderson shelter and told my dad he'd never been so scared as there was nothing he could do*. He had a map of the city showing where the bombs landed and would say 'I heard that one and that one took out our chimney'. Mum's side of town was left alone and they missed the key steel works including the 8 ton press which was the only facility for making the valve stems on Merlin engines at the time.

Mum's father was excused war service being a reserved occupation [joiner] and short a couple of digits following a moment's carelessness during his apprenticeship. He was an ARP warden on the other side of town and was out all night. My Nan was a clippie on the trams which all stopped when the sirens went so she had to walk home.

Dad's school was used as a mortuary after and all the schools were shut. Children gathered 10 to a front room and a teacher came to each house and lessons carried on [current teaching unions take note!]

I can't even think about Mike Harding's Bomber's Moon without getting an 'attack of dust' let alone listen to it. The greatest teacher I ever had was a bomber pilot in the war. Shot down and a POW. We thought he was eccentric and he was known as Mad Dan. I can now recognise manic depression and PTSD in his behaviour.

Odd, but though Saturday night was mayhem [payday weekend], last night was 'not busy' [it's bad luck to use the Q word and involves serious cake fines if used at work], but generally, yes there is more trouble on a full moon. My colleagues in the Ambulance service, the Water Fairies and A&E staff will concur as well as those Mental Health professionals we deal with.

I now raise my glass to Absent Friends and Aircrew

*a funny aside. Just after they'd got to the shelter dad's dad decided he needed to nip to the privy. He'd just come out [outside bog of course] when the first bombs started falling. Dad had a vivid memory of his father running up the path frantically fastening his bags and leaping through the shelter door!
 

Goatman

ADC
Book Reviewer
Oh and a belated happy birthday to Winston Spencer Churchill, late of this parish.

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Bomber's moon.

Lie in the dark and listen,
It's clear tonight so they're flying high
Hundreds of them, thousands perhaps,
Riding the icy, moonlight sky.
Men, materials, bombs and maps
Altimeters and guns and charts
Coffee, sandwiches, fleece-lined boots
Bones and muscles and minds and hearts
English saplings with English roots
Deep in the earth they've left below
Lie in the dark and let them go
Lie in the dark and listen.
Lie in the dark and listen

They're going over in waves and waves
High above villages, hills and streams
Country churches and little graves
And little citizen's worried dreams.
Very soon they'll have reached the sea
And far below them will lie the bays
And coves and sands where they used to be
Taken for summer holidays.
Lie in the dark and let them go
Lie in the dark and listen.

Lie in the dark and listen
City magnates and steel contractors,
Factory workers and politicians
Soft hysterical little actors Ballet dancers,
'reserved' musicians,
Safe in your warm civilian beds
Count your profits and count your sheep
Life is flying above your heads
Just turn over and try to sleep.
Lie in the dark and let them go
Theirs is a world you'll never know
Lie in the dark and listen.


Noel Coward.

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