Epitaphs of the War: 5. R.A.F. (Aged Eighteen)

Epitaphs of the War: 5. R.A.F. (Aged Eighteen)

David Deacon

Laughing through clouds, his milk-teeth still unshed, Cities and men he smote from overhead.
His deaths delivered, he returned to play
Childlike, with childish things now put away.

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