Poetry

21 and 82  – A poem by Tommy Mann

21 and 82 – A poem by Tommy Mann

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  Stroll past the hangars on your own, You will never be alone. They will walk with you and share your views, You’ll be with all those famous crews Of 21 and 82. So bow your head in November When it’s time to remember Think of what they gave for you, The boys in Barathea Blue. Of 21 and 82.   An Instrument Maker with 21 Squadron, Tommy was so moved when he attended his first re-union, he wrote this […]

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There is a Man

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There is a man on every camp whose parentage is in question they call him SWO, and as you know you dare not give suggestion. Now he roams around the camp each day you’ll never hear him coming until he’s right on top of you then it’s just too late for running. He’ll bawl you out, as loud as he can you dare not ‘if’, or “but” and the very least you can expect is told, to get your haircut. […]

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Saluting

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Saluting is the strangest thing when approaching an officer, your arm you sling up to your forehead without a frown and when he’s gone by, you take your arm down. Wouldn’t you say that’s weird, almost clowning walking around, with all that upping and downing it seems to suggest there must be a reason I expect not to do it, is probably treason. But next time you pass by the officers mess your arm like a windmill, just think of […]

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My Knees

My Knees

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Oh Lord, bring the time that I may cease loading these planes and get off my knees they look quite swollen, and oh so bruised and of which one’s which, I’m quite confused but it would be nice to stand up straight and not my knees to irritate so listen now to my merry tune Oh Lord, please make that time come soon. (Dedicated to the armourers of the world) Copyright © Mike Hillier 1990 to 2000

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That Piece of Grass

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That piece of grass so trim and neat never trodden, by soles of feet with flowers growing in a row around a flagpole, white as snow. Every morning, every night the duty ‘Bods’ appear in sight to blow a whistle, clear and loud and raise or lower the ensign proud. Every day, this goes on we know so be alert for that whistle blow for if you don’t stand still, it’s said the SWO will get you, so use your […]

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The Gates Now Closed

The Gates Now Closed

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  The gates now closed on an era long and minds drift on to friends now gone, of memories, lived in other times of olden songs and distant rhymes. The thoughts of runways long and clean now holed, broken, and patched with green of hangars tall and kept with pride no longer used, so bare inside. The planes whose engines used to roar that once took off, return no more where oft’ they taxied, to fly away now looked upon […]

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Of Friends and Comrades

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Of friends and comrades with whom I once served now spread about this earth, long lost, to ever see again to know of friendships worth. Where are now, these missing friends of mine would chance to meet them be now gone, and never to return and sadly no more to see. These ghostly figures that stay in my mind those faces I see with closed eyes the voices I hear, remind me of them whenever thoughts of them rise. How […]

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First Day In

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First day in, all of a shake everything strange, don’t know what to make of everyone shouting and bawling at me I’m only new here or can’t they see, I’ve had me ‘aircut, twice don’t you know in only one day, that’ll teach it to grow so this is it, called up to serve ain’t it a cheek, ain’t it a nerve. Already day two and I’m on parade what I wouldn’t give, to at least trade with one of […]

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An Armourers Lot

An Armourers Lot

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An ArmourerAn armourer’s lot is not a happy one you load again when one load’s done and when all are in, out of the rain you go out and unload again (Just typical) Copyright © Mike Hillier 1990 to 2000

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Oh to be Aircrew

Oh to be Aircrew

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AircrewOh to be Aircrew, oh what fun just wander about, top button undone shoes in a state, never a clean issued with a uniform, that’s never seen. Hands in pockets, shuffle around chin on chest, eyes to the ground hat on back of the head, as always worn seat of flying suit, as ever torn. Sit in the crewroom all day long always right, never wrong when on duty, can’t be found except at beer calls, when always around. An […]

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