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Welcome to the Mess (All Ranks) !! We will post items of interest to Squadron Members and to the general public. We hope to post recent photos of ex- 150 types, news of current projects, a progress report on the ongoing research and history as well as other items that may be either educational or entertaining. We welcome submissions to this page.

(cartoon courtesy I.M. Jones) 

Glossary of R.A.F. Slang and Terminology

Moreton-in-Marsh Museum and Art Gallery

The story of Sgt . Gordon Pemberton (see new photo of raid on Squadron Bulletin Page)

RAF Rest Camp in Sorrento

Doug Chapman's Christmas Card

Cerignola III (Toretta Field) First Stop in Italy

New Posting: January 2, 2003

The "Wimpy Song"

Some of our crew veterans are possessed of a wonderful memory. The song "Lili Marlene" was of German origin, but came to be sung by both sides during the war. The Desert Air Force and 205 Group had many "sendups" which used this tune, as well as many others. As I was growing up, I often heard my Dad singing this little ditty as he worked at some job around the house. Unfortunately, we could only remember the first part of the song. Luckily, Billy Kilmister has a fantastic memory for detail and sent us this "expurgated" version, in response to a request in our last newsletter.

Thanks Billy!

While Benghazi was never a target for 330 Wing, it was part of the regular "mail run" for 205 Group Squadrons operating out of Egypt and Libya in support of the 8th Army. As the main port for supplies for Rommel's Afrika Korps it was a hotly defended target and not a favourite of the crews. This song was probably picked up by ground crew from other ground crew in 205 group and passed on and modified.

Here is the version we now have. Other verses would be appreciated:

Belting down the runway, throttles opened wide,

See the mighty Wimpy swing from side to side,

If you're lucky you'll leave the deck,

And if you're not you'll break your neck

We're off to Bomb Benghazi

We're off to bomb B.G.

See the mighty Wimpy loaded up for ops,

Exasperated aircrew turning both the props,

Six times around we turn the blade,

As hopes of scrubbing begin to fade,

We're off to bomb Benghazi,

We're off to bomb B.G.

Squadron Leader Boxwell, leader of our band,

Couldn't find the target, too much ruddy sand

He dropped his bombs out in the blue,

And so would you, too blooming true,

If you could see Benghazi

If you could see B.G.