Saturday, November 12, 2016

Three cheers for the man on the ground


Murray Fraser with a fellow LAC (Leading Aircraftman), St. Thomas, Ontario, 1941

Three Cheers for the Man on the Ground


Wherever you walk, you will hear people talk,
Of the men who go up in the air,
Of the dare-devil way they go into the fray;
Facing death without turning a hair.

They'll raise a big cheer and buy lots of beer,
For a pilot who's home on leave.
But they don't give a jigger
For the flight mech or rigger
With nothing but "props" on his sleeve.

They just say "nice day" and then turn away,
With never a mention of praise.
And the poor bloody erk who does all the work,
Just orders his own beer,
And pays!

They've never been told of the hours in the cold,
That he spends sealing Germany's fate.
How he works on a kite, till all hours of the night,
And then turns up next morning at eight.

He gets no rake-off for working till "take-off,"
Or helping the aircrew prepare.
But whenever there's trouble, it's "quick, on the double,"
The man on the ground must be there.

Each flying crew could tell it to you,
They know what this man's really worth.
They know he's a part of the RAAF's heart,
Although he stays close to the earth.

He doesn't want glory, but please tell his story,
Spread a little of his fame around.
He's one of a few, so give him his due,
Three cheers for the man on the ground.

Source: Royal Australian Air Force,
http://www.defence.gov.au/news/raafnews/editions/4270/letters.htm 

"Knobby" Clark and Murray Fraser, Britain, 1945

Friday, November 11, 2016

The dying aviator

The following drinking song from World War I is based on the old Australian Folk Song The Dying Stockman.
A young aviator lay dying,
At the end of a bright summer's day [chorus of Erks*] ... Summer's day!
His comrades had gathered around him,
To carry his fragments away.
The crate was piled up on his wishbone.
His Lewis was wrapped 'round his head.  ... His head!
He wore a spark plug in each elbow,
'Twas plain he would shortly be dead.
He spat out a valve and a gasket,
As he stirred in the sump where he lay  ... Where he lay!
And then to his wondering comrades,
These brave parting words did he say:
Take the manifold out of my larynx,
And the butterfly-valve from my neck  ... From his neck!
Remove from my kidneys the camrods,
There's a lot of good parts in this wreck.
Take the piston ring out of my stomach,
And the cylinders out of my brain.  ... His brain!
Extract from my liver the crankshaft,
And assemble the engine again!
Pull the longeron out of my backbone,
The turnbuckle out of my ear ... His ear!
From the small of my back take the rudder.
There's all of your aeroplane here.
I'll be riding a cloud in the morning,
No engine before me to cuss.  ... To cuss!
Shake the lead from your feet and get busy,
There's another lad needing this bus!
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* An Erk is a member of the ground crew, from the Cockney pronunciation of "Aircraftman."
Source:



An order of worship

Memorial in Trenton, Ontario to No. 6 RCAF Group, RAF Bomber Command


RCAF BOMBER GROUP OVERSEAS
AN ORDER OF WORSHIP
"For use at the time of the cessation of hostilities in Europe."




"Note - The offerings taken at this service will be given to the British Council of Churches Fund for the Reconstruction of Christian Churches in Liberated. Europe."


Source: Murray Fraser archives