Snore.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Snore.
Breathe out,
Snore.
This is how I’ll remember
Snore – you.
Arms crossed,
Book open,
Snore.
Slight tap of foot –
Snore – as you dream.
Intelligent mind,
Snore,
Saving itself,
Snore,
For when it is needed.
I first met Humph at Cranwell in 65 my first posting after the Cosford pass out. He taught me a lot about being a photog in the real air force. He said I stole his posting to Luqa in 66, but he followed me there a month later. After that we re-united again at Gutersloh. A good few tours together and more beers than I care to remember. RIP Humph.
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