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The following tribute was written by Bob Davis and read by Bob at Tom's Funeral on Friday 21 April.
"It is time to celebrate a life, time to remember the abundance and fullness of character that was Tom Burnett.
All the thousands of friends and acquaintances who had the pleasure of knowing and being with Tom, experienced the same admiration for that open and honest attitude, that joy of life, particularly his love of motorcycling and of all those who shared that joy with him.
Even his trademark use of the "F-word" would often cause raptures of laughter throughout many a gathering.
Let us celebrate that brave, fearless and venerable old soldier who during those terrible years of the 1940's showed the world and all its enemies just what being Tom Burnett really meant.
Let us take time to reflect on Tom's unprejudiced friendly nature when welcoming old comrades or new acquaintances with the same warmth we all knew and loved.
Time will never fade those memories we all have of being in his company. One story he told was when as a young man working on at the Covent Garden Opera House, he was knocked - or fell - from a great height, causing him to lose consciousness. He recalled having an 'out of body' experience and seeing throughout a very bright light that prompted him to question if that was how it would be when the time comes?
Let us all hope that Tom has seen that same very bright light and that it has shown him to a place we all know he well and truly deserves to be in."
"God bless Tom Burnett"
 
Bob added this short poem:
What was that strength you gave us,
That vanished all our fears?
Where is that strength you gave us,
Now we're reduced to tears?
Age and disease has won you,
Leaving us your love.
Your life with us is ended now,
So we're all off down to the club!
The funeral service concluded with these words from the Normandy Veterans Association honour guard:
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them