EIGHT-TWENTY NINE
Ho ho, we are stepping to Twenty Nine
Looks pretty good and sounds fine,
That day we shouted Salam sir, Salam sir
No matter to bricks, trees and seniors near or far…
These days, Tareq teaches gunnery to his son
Is it not amazing and full of bloody fun,
Saker often dangles around garrison
That is veracity and true simple equation……..
Over the years, our roots are deeply drenched
In sister services and overseas, we widely stretched,
Warm salute to our celestial heavenly stars
You are deep in our heart, and not at all far….
May, Almighty bless the course
From demon of deadly force,
Ho ho E i g h t L o n g C o u r s e….
Remain blossom like petals of white rose,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Ghani, jr, Cote d'Ivoire 062011
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