Ein Deutscher Soldat

I was frightened, of course, when we took to the air,

I’d never flown over the German Ocean before,

but I was reminded as I looked across to my right

of safety in numbers in this bomber flight.


The Sun was still licking the line of the Norfolk shore

as we wheeled inland toward Coltishall.

We were so many and you just one of The Few,

me at my station by the bomb door


It didn’t take long to win your fight between dogs

then you wheeled left to turn your cannon on us

I was in perfect health, had family and friends

but when my plane hit the trees all that came to an end.


No one survived to answer where was I last seen

only my enemy found me, un-named, not missing


n.b. NaPoWriMo Day Eight prompt: monologue from the grave, after ‘Spoon River Anthology’ by Edgar Lee Masters, Gutenburg eBook. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1280/1280-h/1280-h.htm#chap137 (Accessed 08/04/2021)

I found the above gravestone in the village cemetery on the outskirts of Scottow village, Norfolk. How, I wonder, does someone die and get buried without being known? The German airmen buried around him were all identified. I thought it a thoughtful touch that he was buried with named graves either side.



CLP 08/04/2021


  1. Romana Iorga says:

    You pain a vivid, moving scene.💜

    1. Thank you, Romana. Missing in action / found in death. I need to keep out of cemeteries (for as long as I can).

      1. Romana Iorga says:

        I meant to write *paint. Don’t keep out of cemeteries. I find them peaceful.

  2. Ron. says:

    Sadly, an all-too-common reality….Still, even.
    Well told.

    1. This is the truth (and thank you for your encouragement).

  3. I find the displaced or misplaced and anonymous to be very thought provoking – as you say, it is the why and how that brews up the intrigue

    1. …the intrigue, imagination, the dreams and nightmares.

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