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1944, 6th June, Arlette Gondree, Brahms Requiem, Caen, Major John Howard, Pegasus Bridge, Richard Todd, The Longest Day
While we are on a war theme, here is a poem that I wrote after meeting
Major John Howard, DSO (as portrayed by Richard Todd in the film, The
Longest Day) at Pegasus Bridge. It was an entirely fortuitous and
serendipitous encounter. Major Howard was sitting at a table outside
Arlette Gondree’s cafe. (Arlette’s house was the first French home to
be liberated.)
I was in the company of Major Michael Hickey, a military historian who
was with my choir. We were singing The Brahms Requiem seven times
in ten days, all over Normandy, along with a French choir and the
orchestra of Basse Normandie. We sang in different towns
and we sang in German. The audiences were in tears. It was an
emotional and healing experience for all involved.
Generous gesture – German flag festoons,
hoisted with the Allied banners. Bunching,
fussy boudoir blinds. Here swooping platoons,
like death’s head moths, stealthily came gliding.
Across the bridge John Howard bravely strode,
piper ahead, deflecting sniper shot.
Now European coaches block the road;
the dispassionate stamp postcards they’ve bought,
sending snapshots of Hell to those who knew
the mark of Caen first-hand. Wish you were here!
He was: a fact to startle and imbue
those that have eyes to see and ears to hear.
The café’s bright umbrellas shelter all
from noonday’s heat, so one could fail to spot
cool nonagenarian. By the wall,
hero’s crutches propped, ready for action.
His longest day is past; his time now short:
German beer his major satisfaction.
Candia Comes Clean 