Lyrics

F13327
By Terry Penney
©2010


He joined the Canadian Army, sailed down from Newfoundland
Signed up for Hell in Halifax with a quick stroke of a pen
He was issued coat and rifle, some tags beneath his chin
Branded with the number he’d be given F13327

He spent a year on friendly soil but longed for overseas
And he’d hound his Sergeant every day, “Send me there, Sir, please”
And his seventeen year old heart was as willing as could be
But fear would become the number one companion of F13327

And he marched through Caen, Avion, Stack and through Falaise
There were Germans armed, burning barns and friends still where they lay
Had young men in his crosshairs, dressed in Nazi grey
Who were made to leave the land of the living by F13327

He’d picture his sweet Mary standing there the day he left
He’d sit and write a letter to her every chance he’d get
And upon each one’s arrival, she would wonder to herself
Will this be the last word I’ll be getting from F13327?

And he marched through Caen, Avion, Stack and through Falaise
There were Germans armed, burning barns and friends still where they lay
Had young men in his crosshairs, dressed in Nazi grey
Who were made to leave the land of the living by F13327

He survived, still alive, got lines upon his face
And scarce a day goes by when he don’t think about that place
And when those demons come to call, he hums Amazing Grace
And it comforts aging Second World War veteran, F13327