Prose
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Fighter Pilot (Nickle on the Grass) |
Flying West I hope there's a place, way up in the sky, Where pilots can go, when they have to die. A place where a guy can buy a cold beer For a friend and a comrade, whose memory is dear; A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread ,
TWA Captain Michael
J. Larkin
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High Flight
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This `n That ODE TO THE 45TH FIGHTER & SIDI SLIMANJE
A Tiger is a little man
who tools a Sabre-Jet We've been your guests
for 6 long weeks and loved your BOQ Now please don't get the
wrong idea, we like the Tigers fine, We hate to leave your
sacred base you think so much about, For we're the boys of
2nd Wing you've heard so much about, author unknown (Sabre Jet Classics
Volume 17 Number 1) |
One
In A Million |
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