With rusted fifties and dud rockets,
With pilots as old as they seem,
We fly these worn out Mustangs,
Against their MIG 15.

Forgotten by country that bore us,
Betrayed by the ones we hold dear,
The good have all gone before us,
And only the dull are still here.

So stand to your glasses so steady,
This world is a world full of lies,
Here's a toast to those dead already,
And here's to the next man to die.

          --- From STAND TO YOUR GLASSES
             Collected from the USAF 8th Bomber Wing, Korea
             Tune: "Wrap Me Up In My Tarpaulin Jacket"