[Alan]

Remembering Albert Ball on this sad anniversary day. On 7 May 1917 he flew his last mission. It ended in his death, which I firmly believe was caused by his plane and no enemy action.

He is forever a brave youth, who inspired a generation to deeds of glory, and left many broken hearts. I'm sure there will be a ceremony in Nottingham at his memorial. Wish I could be there to pay my respects. :'(

I think Brooke's poem an appropriate thought that Albert would identify with:

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

Hear, Hear, Here Here