It is the 77th anniversary of D-Day and I heard a wonderful poem on local radio this morning which sent shivers down my spine - written by Rob Aitchison for his grandfather:
Do not call me hero
When you see the medals that I wear
Medals maketh not the hero
They just prove that I was there
Do not call me hero
Now that I am old and grey
I left a lad returned a man
They stole my youth that day
Do not call me hero
When we ran the wall of hail
The blood, the fears, the cries, the tears
We left them where they fell
Do not call me hero
Each night I stop and pray
For all the friends I knew and lost
I survived my longest day
Do not call me hero
In the years that pass
For all the real true heroes
Have crosses, lined upon the grass