Be the first one on your block...

About 33 years ago, I was in the same funk I've been in lately.
We were fighting an unjust war in Vietnam and the nation was coming apart. Those of us who opposed the war back then were considered communists, traitors and worse.
About 30 years later, then-Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara confessed in a book that the war was wrong and we had no business being there.
We were right to protest then, and we'll be proven right this time.
Now we are on the eve of war again with a nation that has not attacked us, for reasons that have not been convincing enough to sway most of our allies around the world to side with us.
It reminds me of a song that was popular way back then, sung by a group called Country Joe and the Fish. I have revamped the lyrics slightly to fit this situation.

I feel like I'm fixin' to die

Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder with old Saddam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is kill Saddam
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and kill ragheads
The only good Arab is one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop we kill Saddam
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war a-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on that bitch Saddam.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is we kill Saddam
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to kill Saddam
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop we kill Saddam
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.