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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.

 

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