Obituaries and Funerals

The RAF Catering Association has a book of remembrance where the names of our fallen comrades are recorded. The poem below was produced by Yorkie King and is a combination of his own work, some lines from David Hanley.

From Old Blighty to old Hong Kong, from Berlin to Belize, One chef always will appear in heatwave and in freeze. He may be old, he may be young, he may be fat or skinny, The lads all laugh as he goes by, the chef in his pinny! He’s just the bloke who burns the toast, Who moans the least and does the most, Who rises to the bugles call, and leaves the camp behind them all! He feeds the lads on exercise, from breakfast thru till tea, He feeds the chaps in messes too, so versatile is he. His hat may not be smart like yours, his boots may not be bulled, But don’t be fooled by lack of shine his senses haven’t dulled! From deep inside a sense of pride will keep him in the good, And when he says he couldn’t care, you know he really could! So if your chef is in the field or back at home or on his course, Be proud to know you knew a chap who was the back-bone of the FORCES!!!