Felix James Mowles – 1943
It’s Friday the 12th of March 1943;
I have just married my high school sweet heart, if my soul had a lock, she would hold my key.
On Sunday I fly out on a special mission, so secret my newly wedded wife has details, but she doesn’t really understand or know;
As she sleeps in my arms at night, I stay awake, eyes wide open, wishing I didn’t have to go.
I spend the Saturday with my love, having a picnic on the meadow under our tree;
Then we watch the sun set, as we walk hand in hand by the sea.
I lay awake all night, stroking my wife’s hair as she sleeps, until through the curtains I feel the warmth from the sun;
I kiss my beautiful wife’s forehead, and then stare into my mirror, whose reflection shines back only one.
A horn outside beeps twice, as a tear falls from my eye;
I have to show courage, as today I have to navigate a Halifax bomber, through a hostile German sky.
We arrive at the air field, Operation Iridium was now about to secretly get underway;
The pilot and I are informed, we are to drop a spy over Czechoslovakia, then make it back to base later that same day.
We take to the sky with a roar, as I feel my body lift with the flight;
I pull out and kiss a picture of my beautiful Wife, before wedging it behind the dashboard light.
The flight across the Channel goes smoothly, but as we cross the German boarder shots illuminate the sky;
I look at my wife’s picture as I pray “I am only 19 years old, I am too young to die”.
We dodge and weave through the puffs of smoke, then the front of our Halifax lights up from a direct hit;
Flames mixed in with smoke and screams are pouring out from the cockpit.
The plane starts falling as I reach to the dashboard, grabbing the picture of my beautiful Wife;
The ground moves even closer, as the flames flicking past me, are flashing back my life.
My dream then ploughs down into flames, and flashing past is my destiny;
The last memory is of my Wife, and then the flashing stops on Sunday the 14th of March 1943.
I leave my Wife a widow, but my heart stops beating whilst it is still full of love;
This is Felix James Mowles, 161 squadron, writing this letter, from the beautiful blue skies above.
DEDICATED TO FELIX JAMES MOWLES
DIED 14/03/1943, AGED 19 years old
DURNBACH WAR CEMETRY, GERMANY
R.I.P TO A TRUE ENGLISH LION