London Airport we left one day,
And flew and flew so far away
We saw our homeland far, far behind
As we thought of the East and what we would find

We stopped at Malta for an hour or two
And then surged on through the sky so blue
Till at last we reached our port of call
We disembarked – one and all

A stranger feeling I never have had
I felt so happy and yet so very sad
The green fields which make up our homeland
Are replaced by heat and desert and sand

As my thought stray home
There’s a very silent tear
As I think of you,
My family so dear.

- John A. Evans (3rd Batt Coldstream Guards MELF 27)

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