This was wrote by my wife's Grandpa, Jim Curran. Papa served in WWII, seabees. He was on the USS LST 473 during the assault on Lae.
He wrote this in response to an article which it starts with.
The general accounting office reports
it has saved some $7,000.000 dollars on the Viet
Nam Veterans Memorial by having the
names of the dead sand blasted instead
Hey, ain't you got that stencil ready?
You lookin' for some overtime?
What name is that? Hell, I don't know.
Just keep them all in a line.
Soldier, soldier, stay in line
Don't you know it's not your time?
Take your place in the right row
Time is money, don't you know?
So you think that this might be the kid
Who lived two houses down the street
And rode his bike across your lawn
On his way home from school.
Young man, young man, watch that line
Go your way, and I'll go mine
Sign your name in the right row
Grass costs money, don't you know?
He used to date Hank's daughter Mary
After they'd moved down from Gary
I saw him once, when he came back home
Holdin' hands and laughin'
Missy, missy, hear my line
Won't you be my Valentine?
We'll have babies, watch them grow
Get their names on the right row
His brother tried to get on movin'
These blocks on up to Washington
But you got to know some railroad guy
or join a ****** union
Freight train, freight train, sing your song
Not to short, and not to long
Not to fast, and not to slow
Time is money, don't you know
Anyway, we was shootin' some pool
Talkin' how come we didn't win.
Shoulda killed them, instead of all those
Good American Boys
Buddy, buddy, toe the line
Ev'rything will work out fine
Bury bones and grass will grow.
Weeds and seeds all in a row
And some long-haired kid was sayin'
We oughta engrave one last word
On the very last block -compassion-
Wonder what he meant
No man stands in the same river twice
If all else fails
grab a rock
Mi Taku oyasin