Every time I hear of another American casualty I am reminded of the last verse of The Saga Of The Floundering 446th. The Saga Of The Floundering 446th sung to the tune of The Wabash Cannon Ball is a ballad composed by two B-24 pilots in 1943. The composers made an attempt at humor and levity while describing the anxieties and SNAFUs that off times go along with a combat mission but the last few lines are as serious as a stroke.
No matter boy how brave you are,
No matter friend how bold.
A flyer's one ambition
Is to die from getting old.
When the flak is thick around you
And the fighters by you pass,
The place you would like to be
Is back home on your ass.
Change "flyer" to "ground combatant" "flak" to "suicide bomber" "fighters" to "sniper's bullets" and the message is as true today as it was in 1943.
Joe Hays
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