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Alone in a flying Tempest
Beatrice Mary Bonham

Alone in a flying Tempest,

The skies at night he did roam,

In search of vicious V bombs and got it,

But was killed on his way coming home.

He sleeps now in a graveyard in Surrey,

Amongst the shrubs and sweet smelling pines,

Away from all pain and war worry,

Gordon, beloved son of mine.


Written by the mother of Fl/Lt. Gordon Loversidge Bonham DFC.

Placed in a New Zealand newspaper

Fl/Lt. Gordon Loversidge Bonham DFC

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