They met in Meinstedt
One bright May morning
In the year of 45
One on patrol
As the day was dawning
One hoping to stay alive
The Tommy had journeyed
From Indian sun
Libya’s burning sand
He landed at Arromanches
Hun on the run
A soldier of Allied Command
The other a Nazi
A general to boot
In fact he was Hitler’s right hand
A cowardly man
But ready to shoot
For himself all others be damned
Escaping the lair
In the Fuhrer’s last days
He secretly wandered away
And changing his name
An eye patch to help
He hoped to find a new day
But Meinstedt that morning
Brought an end to his game
He was spotted by an early patrol
And the man who killed millions
With never a thought
Would answer now for his role
Grab him Michael the shout
From the sergeant that day
As the renegade hid in a shop
And my father went in
And arrested the man
Who had brought the world to a stop
A few days later
The patrol was told
It’s Himmler the man you have caught
And he took his life
With cyanide pill
His rampage now come to nought
My father came home
Got on with his life
With Eileen the girl from the west
A husband and father
I cherish his name
Michael Fahy my dad
Best
Brian Fahy
6 April 2021
Erris Poetry 