Though fifty years have slipped away
Some memories are as fresh today.
I’ll try and bring them back for you
As they come creeping into view-
Of 21 and 82.

So brave they were, so young and gay,
Living only for the day.
Fighting hard and playing too
Doing what they had to do
With 21 and 82.

Their Bristol Blenheims rode the skies.
In action no—one heard their cries.
Mortal combat with the Hun,
Losses huge but battles won
With 82 and 21.

To war from Bodney and from Watton,
This must never be forgotten.
From Norfolk fields they flew,
So very old they quickly grew
With 21 and 82,

The engine turns and fires and roars
And Chiefy’s shouting “On the Doors”
Perfectioned training showing through
Professional in all they do
That’s 21 and 82,

Making sorties into town
To ‘The New Inn’ and ‘Crown’
Joining friends and missing too
Those who gave their all and flew
With 21 and 82