Shearwater's 880 Squadron flew twin engine Trackers (anti-submarine) off H.M.C.S. Bonaventure, last going off, before the million dollar refit which took place about a year before the ship was scrapped and became razor blades, I was a naval aircrewman.

We had a squadron song, sung especially after "splicing the mainbrace!
(a double tot of rum),or if we "sunk" a submarine, or any other drunken excuse.


"We are 880, and we're on the ball,
we fight the "Watusi", they're seven feet tall!

Although the may eat us, they never can beat us,
For we are 880 , and we're on the ball!

Wahunga! Wahunga! Wahunga! Wa Wa!
The one and only squadron , that comes in the shape of animals,

ooooooooooowee!
ooooooooooowee!

The one and only Squadron that Comes!"

A Mountie stopped me on the way to the liquor store. He said, " Have you been drinking sir?" I said, "Yes, a friend stopped at the house earlier today with a two-four and a bottle of rum and then another friend dropped by with another quart of rum," The Mountie said," I'm going to have to give you the breathalyzer!" I said, " Why is that sir, you don't believe me?"