Why my heart weeps over the White Cliffs of Dover

WHEN I heard the tragic news that Dame Vera Margaret Lynn CH DBE OStJ (nee Welch) had died at the age of 103 years of age, I wept and I wept and I wept.

And after I had wept and wept and wept, I wept and I wept and I wept some more. The tears just kept gushing out of my eyes like firehoses.

Firehoses of grief.

And then, when I thought that I had wept and wept and wept the last tear my grief-wracked body could summon up and eject from its nasolacrimal ducts, I wept even more.

My sadness was infinite, like a black hole of despair, bigger than the one in Calcutta.

Much bigger.

Much, much bigger.

Much, much, much bigger.

I wept so much that I became dehydrated and suffered darkcoloured urine, fatigue, dizziness and confusion.

They had to put me on a drip, and catheterise my penis with a tube right up my hog’s eye.

But I would willingly do it all again if my tears could bring back Dame Vera Margaret Lynn CH DBE OStJ (nee Welch) to sing for us again for just one a second.

Just one millisecond.

Just one microsecond.

Just one nanosecond.

Just one (subs look up what comes after nano) second.

For it would be no exaggeration to say that Dame Vera Margaret Lynn CH DBE OStJ (nee Welch), who has died at the age of 103 years of age, single-handedly won the Second World War.

Without her beautiful voice, singing her trademark song We’ll Meet Again, to inspire our brave boys in their fight against Adolf Hitler and his evil Nazi hoards between 1939 and 1945, it is no exaggeration to say that we would of lost.

Make no mistake, all the bullets our soldiers shot at the Germans didn’t win World War II.

All the high explosive bombs our pilots dropped on them didn’t win World War II.

All the anti-tank warheads our dessert rats fired at Rommel didn’t win World War II.

Even Winston Churchill, sticking twos up and smoking his cigar on the doorstep of 10 Downing Street, didn’t win the Second World War II.

No.

It was Dame Vera Margaret Lynn CH DBE OStJ (nee Welch) singing We’ll Meet Again what won World War II.

And now, even though she said we’ll meet again, she never will meet us again, because she has died, taken before her time, and her body has been cremated and reduced to ashes.

But let us not dwell on her death and subsequent heat-based reduction to a quantity of powdery, non-aqueous residue in an urn on the sideboard.

For is it for her century of being alive for which she will be remembered for, long after her tragic death is just a memory.

And what a life it was.

For 37,711 days, Dame Vera Margaret Lynn CH DBE OStJ (nee Welch) was a biological organism that maintained homeostasis, underwent metabolism, responded to stimuli, reproduced and evolved.

But more than that, she sang.

And when she sang her songs about bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, the people of war-torn Britain momentarily forgot their troubles and there thats 500 wds inv enc