The silver medals shine so bright
In the parade grounds' morning light
For a photograph as they stand
Can hear boots marching on the sand
Skills they show marching, flight by flight
Can view the fighter jets in white
If scrambled, they can reach the height.
Valour and pride go hand in hand.
The medals gleam.
Air veteran so brisk and straight.
With his spouse, what a joyful sight!
Made for each other, they look grand.
Air Force Day parade with band
All the surroundings are so bright.
The medals gleam.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
The silver medals shine so bright
In the parade grounds' morning light
For a photograph as they stand
Can hear boots marching on the sand
Skills they show marching, flight by flight
Can view the fighter jets in white
If scrambled, they can reach the height.
Valour and pride go hand in hand.
The medals gleam.
Air veteran so brisk and straight.
With his spouse, what a joyful sight!
Made for each other, they look grand.
Air Force Day parade with band
All the surroundings are so bright.
The medals gleam.
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