I shall be at St Clement Danes for the service, and the Battle of Britain Historical Society wreath laying at the statue of Lord Dowding afterwards.

Any other BoBHS members from here going?

If I get some good photos I’ll put them up on the forum.

Geoff.

All us blokes will be in for it when they manage to develop a round ‘tooit’. How often have you said to the other half ‘I’ll do it as soon as I get around to it’?

Just think of all those DIY jobs you’ll have to do if you find a round ‘Tooit’ amongst your Xmas or birthday presents. 😀

Or what about Nuffs? People always say ‘have you had a Nuff’, but what does one look like? Does it taste like Chi%*^en? Can you get Organic Nuffs?

:confused: :confused: :confused:

Geoff

Lili Marlene

(English Version)

Outside the barracks by the corner light,

I’ll always stand, and wait for you at night.

We will create a world for two, I’ll wait for you,

The whole night through,

For you Lili Marlene, for you Lili Marlene.

Bugler tonight don’t play your call to arms,

I want another evening with your charms;

Soon we will say, goodbye and part,

I’ll always keep you in my heart,

With me Lili Marlene, with me Lili Marlene.

Give me a rose to show you really care,

Tie to the stem a lock of golden hair;

Maybe tomorrow you’ll feel blue,

But then will come a love that’s new –

For you, Lili Marlene, for you, Lili Marlene.

When we are marching in the mud and cold,

And when my pack seems more than I can hold;

My love for you renews my might,

I’m warm again, my pack is light

It’s you, Lili Marlene, it’s you, Lili Marlene.

Off we go — into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high — into the sun;
Here they come — zooming to meet our thunder,
At ’em boys — give ‘er the gun!
Down we dive — spouting our flame from under,
Off with one — helluva roar!
We live — in fame
Or go down — in flame, HELL!
Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

Minds of men — fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high — into the blue;
Hands of men — blasted the world asunder;
How they lived — God only knows!
Souls of men — dreaming of skies to conquer;
Gave us wings — ever to soar,
With scouts before
And bombers galore, HELL!
Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

Chorus:

Here’s a toast to the host of those who love
The vastness of the sky,
To a friend — we will send — a message of
His brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old —
Then down we roar — to score the rainbow pot of gold.
A toast — to the host of men we boast,
The Army Air Corps!

Off we go — into the wild blue yonder,
Keep the wings level and true;
If you’d live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue!
Flying men guarding the nation’s border,
We’ll be there, followed by more.
In echelon — we carry on. HELL!
Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

‘Seven tears have flown into the river…’

Geoff, you sod!! I’m going to have bloody Rene and Renata running through my mind all the way home now!! 🙁

😀 😀 😀

‘ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more……’

‘save your love my darling’