The odd truthism of the data and how it matched my early life scares the hell out of me. A sound to your right is all you know before someone else dies. Anyone. Just another point in the distribution of death. To be there is enough to die. You don’t have to be good or bad or atheist. It only helped if you were from Pennsylvania or California. Bad odds boy. They must have known, somehow.
This is the statistical death mask of Vietnam.No doubt that those who were there in that big 67-68 hump have a different view of how much fun the war was, than those in that tail end. So it has always been.

The Story You don’t want to hear, oh grandsons of vietnam.
Odd that today’s news is sad about the arlington lawn mowers and casket movers. It seems they have lost the place of your loved one.
But what you don’t know is that in 1967 graves detail put together body bags. Parts is parts. And some of them were funny. Mix up the races, if not alive, then in the grave. One hand goes here and the other goes there. We’re all gods chitlens and the body bag is the grand master of harmony.
it is the land of equality in death. Fill the bag. it’s a closed casket funeral. In go the hands, the feet, a torso and a head. Zip it. Tag it. Ship it. Parts is parts and we’ve another twenty to fill before the day ends.