The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.

When I see it on TV or hear on the News,
Of another Plane landing with bodies on board.
Young lives full of promise a few days ago,
Coming back home in body bags, dead.
The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.

Union Jack draped Coffins carried by friends,
Heart broken loved ones who feel it's the end.
The Flower of our youth come back from afar,
Another Poppy Petal at remembrance next year.
How many this time, are coming home dead.

The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.

David Barlow

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-brize-norton/