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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
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