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John Cipriano
...was a prisoner of war in East Germany during WWII.


Thanks for the memories

Thanks for the memories, of raids on Germany
Across the cold North Sea, with blazing guns we fought the
Huns for air supremacy

How lucky we were

Thanks for the memories of me-109's,
Flak guns on the Rhine, they did their bit and we were hit
And ended our good times

How lucky they were

They knocked us right out of formation; we jumped
And what a sensation, and now to sweat out the duration,
We did have fun and now our work is done
So thanks for the memories of days we had to stay in
Stalag 17-a, the cabbage stew, which had to do, till
Red Cross parcel day

How hungry we were

Now thanks for the memories, of those who died defending
Those they love, they did their share with lots to spare,
It's them we're thinking of

What memories they are