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Remembrance Day poem penned by English soldier who was a prisoner of war

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HMS Exeter was the second and last York-class heavy cruiser built for the Royal Navy during the late 1920s. She was sunk by Japanese ships at the beginning of March in the Second Battle of the Java Sea. Most of her crewmen survived the sinking and were rescued by the Japanese. About a quarter of them died during Japanese captivity. Photo via Wikipedia

Submitted by Tom Bennett

Special to Black Press

This poem was written on Aug. 15, 1945 at Yeshiku, Camp 25 Fukuoka (Nippon) by Chief Petty Officer, H.M.S. “Exeter” Arthur Morris Carne.

HMS ‘Exeter’ was sunk in the Java Sea in 1942. Together with the crew, Arthur Morris Carne was taken prisoner by the Japanese and sent to the Prisoner of war camp at Makassa on the Island of Suluwesi in the Celebes.

He was rescued by U.S.Navy from Fukuoka, Japan and taken to San Diego Naval Base in California to aid his recovery before repatriation to England and reuniting with his wife. She believed him to be dead.

According to Ancestry.com, the poem was discovered among his wife’s effects.

It was submitted to Black Press for publication by Tom Bennett, Arthur Carne’s nephew.

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The day of freedom at last is here

The day we’ve all waited for,

The day the whole world has longed for,

The day of the last all clear.

To the whole world it is wonderful

To know it’s the end of the war,

To know it’s the end of the blood, and the tears,

To know that it’s peace once more.

To the prisoner of war it’s a greater thing

To know it’s all over and done.

It means at last his soul is his own

That the battle of fate has been won.

It means the end of that alien yoke,

Of slavery’s hateful grind

When his body was aching and weary and worn,

His body, his heart, and his mind.

It means once more he can stand up straight

With his shoulder set back all square

Out in the world of civilized men,

And knows he will soon be there.

It means that soon he’ll be on the way

To home that he left behind.

Where loving hearts have waited and yearned,

Where he’s never been out of mind.

Very soon now, we’ll be on our way

To lands across the sea,

To a place beneath the Empire’s flag

Where nations of men live free.

So now we may all with a grateful heart

Thank God he has given us grace

To carry us through to the end of the road

And be in at the end of the race.

But wait - “Comrades All” – say a silent prayer

For pals - lest we forget,

They’re pals who crossed the great divide

While slaves in the Nipponese net.





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