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LC “Wildcat” Wade, the Forgotten RAF Ace
So many times
Aloft, above the desert heat
Bouncing the enemy, diving from out of the sun
So many kills
We win, consider not defeat
Wielding the Hurricane, speak from the mouth of the gun
How many scored?
So few, if no-one’s there to see
Time comes to tallying: someone must witness the claim
How many aces?
So many, forgotten just like me
Don’t heed the Tallyman, just say you’ll remember my name
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