Corporal Frederick (Bertie), George Jeffs
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The Reverend Kate Bruce said:
“For 105 years Bertie Frederick George Jeff’s body has lain unknown – except to God. Now this has been corrected thanks to those who have offered compelling evidence concerning his identity.”
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Wreaths were laid by RAF XI(F) Squadron, by the researchers who identified Bertie’s grave, the Commonwealth War Graves Commission and the Royal British Legion.
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This is the Song of the Aeroplane,
As it mounts to the clouds on high,
While her engine roars,
Up above she soars,
A speck in the clear blue sky.
The breeze which rushes beneath her planes
Gives life to her slender frame;
And she sings ‘Ho! Ho!’
Through the winds that blow –
The Song of the Aeroplane!
I watch the clumsy Zeppelins come
Like silver clouds the sky,
Their sides aglint
With a steely tint
From the sun which rides on high.
Then up and up, like a bird of prey,
I long to commence my game;
And I sing ‘Ho! Ho!’
As a bomb I throw –
And the ‘Zep’ is sheet of flame.
With wings white in the setting sun
I glide to restful earth,
And still I remain
A victorious plane
Enclosed in my wooden berth.
Admired by all with my ceaseless drone,
As queen of the skies I reign;
And I’ll sing ‘Ho! Ho!’
Though the winds may blow-
The Song of the Aeroplane.