VMF 214 USE-LESS INFO
Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 2:06 pm
During World War II, members of the Marine Corps aviation fighter squadron VMF-214 stationed on the South Pacific Island of Espiritu Santo in the New Hebrides distinguished themselves by flying 1766 individual missions (over 4200 hours in 84 days).
Those missions produced the downing of 48 Japanese "Zeros." The group of 51 men (49 pilots, one flight officer and one intelligence officer) was known as the "Black Sheep Squadron," headed by Major Gregory "Pappy" Boyington.
WHIFFENPOOF SONG
(words Meade Minnegerode; tune attributed to Tod Galloway)
A 1909 parody of Kipling's Gentlemen Rankers
From the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louie dwells,
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well.
Sang the whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing cast its spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,
?Shall I Wasting? and ?Mavoureen? and the rest.
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way. Bah, bah, bah.
We're little black sheep who have gone astray. Bah, bah, bah.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we! Bah, bah, bah.
Those missions produced the downing of 48 Japanese "Zeros." The group of 51 men (49 pilots, one flight officer and one intelligence officer) was known as the "Black Sheep Squadron," headed by Major Gregory "Pappy" Boyington.
WHIFFENPOOF SONG
(words Meade Minnegerode; tune attributed to Tod Galloway)
A 1909 parody of Kipling's Gentlemen Rankers
From the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louie dwells,
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well.
Sang the whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing cast its spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,
?Shall I Wasting? and ?Mavoureen? and the rest.
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way. Bah, bah, bah.
We're little black sheep who have gone astray. Bah, bah, bah.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we! Bah, bah, bah.