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"THREE"
by Tom Russell
There'll always be a Squadron
That's known as Number Three
Who'll fly or fight with anyone
Wherever they may be
We fought on Egypt's desert sand
In Europe's mud and snow
Beside young men whose lives were lost
Men we were very proud to know
The Squadron then later served
In a distant Asian land
Not in the heat of battle
But for a hopeful world's peace plan
And now that we are growing old
We treasure friendships that remain
With memories of Squadron days ... of hope
And some that brought us pain
Our lives are in their twilight years
But of one thing we are certain
Our love for Number Three will stand
Beyond the final curtain.