The 494th

We gathered in old Reno town
Old friends from out the past
To relive days when we were young
And into war were cast.

Our memories were mostly good
But there were sad ones too
As we recalled our many friends
And the loss of some we knew.

We had manned our Liberators
In the air and on the ground
For we were Kelley’s Kobras
And no better could be found.

But now it’s only memories
As those days have long been gone
But in those golden memories
The 494^th lives on.

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