Bruce ain't loose 

he in spruce 

shot in back by 

tank side track 

Fred is dead 

died in bed of 

slow decay from 

airborne spray 

Jim's now kin to 

pencil thin 

his mind's with-drawl like 

child's scrawl 

Steve sailed down 

'till he drown 

mortared boat 

he don't float 

Mark and Bill on 

side of hill 

mortar shell 

blow both to hell