Down in Arlington there lies a tomb
For some soldiers, and no one knows whom.
  But the identity
  Of one man may soon be
Known to all, since they plan to exhume.

They bury remains there each war
With the ones that have fallen before
  Who had fought well, and bled
  And are currently dead
With no identifying tags wore.

This process was a long-held tradition,
To honor those killed on a mission.
  But this now will be lost
  As we pay the high cost
Of a scientific inquisition.

There were nine army soldiers who flew
May Eleventh, Nineteen Seventy-two
  Storming over Vietnam
  With a bullet or bomb
Near An Loc far south of Dien Bien Phu


Any one of these nine that had flown

Could be the renowned soldier unknown.
  Now all across the nation
  There is wild speculation
As to which will be matched with the bones.

Rodney Strobridge is one possibility
An pilot of proficient ability
  He flew with the Blue Max
  Making fly-by attacks
With astonishing speed and agility.

He has the same age and same height
And his blood type of O matches right.
  But there were other clues
  That are being perused
Which point to someone else at that site.

Michael Blassie was an Air Force ace
Whose belongings were found near that place.
  The dog tags and wallet
  Were reason to call it
His cadaver, and wrap up the case.

That was the first decree that they spoke,
But the designation was revoked
  The report on the body
  Said the proof was too shoddy
To be evidence one could invoke

So the question remains a big one
Whose those bones are down in Arlington.
  Yet for all of this chatter
  Does it really matter
What the conclusions are when we're done?

We know nothing we didn't know before,
That these brave men had died in the war.
  If one happens to be
  In this cemetery
It does not make his sacrifice more.

They'll dig up the remains, so they say
And compare it with known DNA
  Who knows what they will find?
  But for our peace of mind,
We just hope it does not match O.J.