52A – THE DIAMOND INTAKE Contributed by: Trevor STUBBERFIELD (52A) |
Announcement contributed to several relevant Forums by The Editor . |
60
years ago, in the days surrounding the 19th and 20th of February 1952,
members of Intake 52A assembled at Arborfield. Including the first contingent
of the Burmese boys, we were to number less than 100 in total. Two
weeks earlier, the tragic death of King George VI meant that we would be the
first Arborfield intake to sign up to serve Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Because
of the short space of time our Attestation Forms 271A and 271B were altered
by hand in pen and ink, crossing out ‘His’ and substituting ‘Her’ in front of
Majesty. So,
as we celebrate the Diamond Anniversary Year of our Queen, survivors of 52A
will raise a glass to her and also one to mark our own Diamond Anniversary
Year. A
third glass will be raised to offer congratulations to the boys of Intake 42A
who celebrate 70 Platinum years. Well done lads. |
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Tony Church 55A, the Poet Laureate of
Arborfield, contributed the following verse. |
Sixty Up. |
No parking meters, yellow lines along the roads, no
instant fines To catch the driver so unwary, saluting AA men, the very Essence of the way we were, fresh from the war and
breathing air Of a free country, dearly bought by countrymen who stood
and fought To gain this precious gift, ensuring freedom for us all, enduring. |
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Milkmen whistling in the dawn, clanking bottles, hooves
clomp on The quiet gas-lit cobbled streets as the old horse patrols
his beat And, pulling on the laden cart he labours on, a very part Of life in early Fifties then, picking up the threads of peace
again. Returning once more to the days of normal life, domestic ways. |
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Then, on one February day, our King just quietly passed
away, Worn out leading his tired nation, overseeing our
salvation, Gaining grateful thanks deserved from those whom he most
loyally served, And passing on the monarchs role to a young girl to be the
sole Ruler in his recent stead, a heavy crown for her young head. |
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And at this time it so contrived that in this month there
then arrived A motley bunch of callow youths, all no doubt searching
for the truth In that old adage “Be a soldier”, and, before they were
much older Saw the error of their ways, looking at the long dark days That stretched ahead for three long years, yes, some must have shed bitter tears. |
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But no! It didn’t look so bad once they’d got used to it,
and had A few months of the give and take of army life, and
learned to make The best of what they’d signed on for, and knew then, just
what lay in store For those in intake Fifty-Two A, their fate was then, from
that first day Effectively, for all time sealed, inside the gates of Arborfield. |
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Now, three-score years have come and gone, and that young
lady soldiers on, But then, no less, have those young lads, though now their
role is of Granddads, Who, like her Majesty, has seen it come to pass and mostly
been There, done it all, got the tee shirt, have shared the
glory and the dirt That comes to soldiers now and then, but willingly do it all again. |
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So raise your glasses all you jeeps, and senior divs to
she who keeps The name of Queen with dignity, and also to those lads who
she Shares with, this diamond celebration, a cause for cheer
and jubilation To be heard throughout this land. And for us lads, a
rousing hand Of loud applause to mark the day those lads were christened, Fifty-Two A !! |
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Copyright © Tony Church 55A |
Published: 1st March 2012 ___________________________________________________________________________________ |
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