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Poetry from within
   

No 3 Squadron RAF


Like soaring eagles through distant skies,

defending the Western front,

Galiantly fought in Battle of the somme,

and enemies we hunt.



The Battle of britain, our medal of honour,

for our people and our land,

our home defence in '45,

assisted by the almighty hand.



The hurricanes at Biggin Hill,

On D-Day we were the eyes.

our swift attacks, precision, accuracy

and the element of surprise.



Our History is for all to see,

and excellence we pursue,

for 'never has been owed by so many

to so few'.



The name alone strikES fear in hearts,

and enemies dispersed,

For we are No. 3 Squadron,

'The Third shall be the first'.




Emad Qweitin