Photo: © Al Forbes 2012
Hi, I’m a Chocolate Labrador called Bournville. But everybody calls me Bob.
I’ve been the mascot for 642 Squadron since I was a pup – seems such a long time ago now. I always gave the boys a friendly send-off before their flights, and a warm, fuzzy welcome when they returned.
We were like one big family – yes, with the occasional fights, and a few tears shed. But its the laughter and the good times that we all remember. I was so proud when they made a statue of me, to show how much they cared.
It all looks a bit sad and overgrown now. Time marches on, and with another round of Defence cuts, the Airfield was closed.
The runways have gone, ploughed back to farmers’ fields. But we have a reunion, once a year by my statue and reminisce about the good times, and the not so good times.
We can all now see ourselves and the airfield as it was in its prime. In those dark days when the boys and their bombers took the fight to the enemy over occupied Europe.
This year there is a special celebration. Our numbers have been steadily growing, and finally, I was able to welcome the last of my boys home. No longer separated, we’re a complete family once more.
This story is inspired by the photo supplied by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction, October 18th 2015. For more details click the logo.
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