Versamelde gedigte

To Squadron 21, S.A.A.F.

Could we have joined, even in imagination,

In what you did through four full perilous years,

Our hearts would surge with pride and exultation,

Even though our eyes be curtained by our tears.

We old humble men, no longer fit to perish

In battle, may yet blazon on our shield

By courtesy the fame of those we cherish,

By sad reversion sharing in its yield...

That rich remembrance of heroic men,

Who, young in years but in experience old,

Dared in their youth to give so much ... so much.

Aye, all they had to sacrifice - that when

In after days a hero's tale is told

We old humble men may say, ‘Our sons were such.’