21 and 82 – A poem by Tommy Mann

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…

There is a Man

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Saluting

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My Knees

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That Piece of Grass

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The Gates Now Closed

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Of Friends and Comrades

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First Day In

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An Armourers Lot

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Oh to be Aircrew

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