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In Memory Of
Trevor James Mead
Captain
162072
1st. Bn. Bedfordshire and Hertfordshire Regt.
Who died on Monday 12th. June 1944 Age 23
by
T.Harrison
So you were to be my Godfather, and, I your first Godson,
Had your life been kindly spared when the final victory won.
But you gave up your fight for life by a lonely Burmese lake
And I was robbed of a life-long friend; how hard is that to take.
I`ve constantly walked in the shadow of a man I didn`t know,
Someone, who died before I was born-over fifty years ago.
How proud I would have been, to toddle by your side
And look up to your warrior’s face but that pleasure was denied.
For when I was a little boy, every man a warrior had been,
With the cares of war deeply etched on every face I`d seen
They called me after you, you know, in tribute to your name;
And to live up to your memory has been the toughest game.
I know I`ve failed you constantly-to be the man you`d been
But try to forgive my failings,for hurt caused I did not mean.
And sometimes when I get it right, a sunbeam bright I see,
Then I know you`re in your watcher`s place smiling down on me.
So while you rest by the Brahmaputra, nearly half a world away
I`ll try hard not to fail you again until the boatman`s mine to pay.
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