British Nuclear Test Veterans Association
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Christmas Island Lament
Peter Dawkins, Christmas Island 1958. Found in his diary.
Far off the coast of anywhere
Christmas Island is the spot.
Here we’re doomed to spend our time
In the land that God Forgot.
Here we sweat toil and curse
It’s almost too much to bear.
They have the nerve to call us
“Defenders of the Air”
For we are the men of the Airforce
But here we never fly
Unless they let a bomb off-
And then we fly sky-high.
Radiation is our hazard,
Another, the gamma ray,
But we are not to worry-
Because of them we draw our pay.
So when our time is over,
And work we have done well,
We are sure to go to heaven
For we’ll have spent our time in “HELL”