THEY knew the meaning of sacrifice,
Even though they stayed at home.
They held together their families,
Then wrote their names in stone.
They worked from dawn until it was dark,
On munitions, bombs and shells.
Driving tractors, ploughing fields,
And building great ships as well.
Assembling bodies and wings of aircraft,
Then fitting the turrets and engines.
Making chutes for airborne troops,
And caring for those that were injured.
Then at home they had their children,
To comfort, feed and clothe.
Then listen at night to the sound of guns,
As the bombs came down in droves.
They never set foot in the desert,
Nor stormed up the road to Rome.
But they never stopped fighting for Britain,
Whilst defending the front door of their home.