Goodbye...

My Squadron as I will always remember it..last summer and autumn it became home and second family to me. The Boss the head and father-figure, Andy, Scott, Gem, Aid, Jay and I individual cadets bound together to keep the Squadron going...the hardcore of the Squadron. 1 sergeant, 3 corporals, 2 cadets. How much I wish I could go back. How much.

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