The War Diary of a 23 year old airman

 Today at the back of the little old memo book used as a journal while serving in New Guinea,I found a poem.

The Journal itself makes good reading, and it shows the way a 23 year old serviceman's  thoughts ebbed and flowed during the war.It's sad yet interesting at the same time.

He called the poem:

To our Daddy, The Pop Poppa Postman

 You’re a ruddy welcome fellow

Mister Postman in the sky

You’re a doubly welcome caller

If it’s mail or only Kai

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 We all turn out to watch for you

In your Auster-Wirra-Boomer

For your coloured dropping streamers

Put the skids ‘neath old man’s gloom

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We scramble from our dugouts

When we hear your motor hum

And, when you’ve gone we cheer you

I’ve heard them call you Bum