There is no greatest anti-war song ever because, just like with making things fool-proof, nature invents a better fool, no matter the strength of the anti-war song, some son-of-a-bitch goes and starts an even less-defendable war, overwhelming whatever song you can come up with.

It might be better to divide the songs up between specific wars, wars in general, the stupidity of wars, the cost of wars, etc., etc.

I'm reminded of one that John and Tony are given to sing, one from the "Big War," (#1) that went:

If you want to see the sergeant, I know where he is,
I know where he is, I know where he is,
If you want to see the sergeant, I know where he is,
Drinking up the company's rum.

I saw him, I saw him,
Drinking up the company's rum -- I saw him,
Drinking up the company's rum.

If you want to see the captain, I know where he is, etc.
Drunk on the dugout floor, etc.

... Colonel ...
In Paris at the Folies Bergere, etc.

... General ...
Pinnin' another medal on his chest, etc.


and the last verse:

If you want to see the privates, I know where they are,
I know where they are, I know where they are.
If you want to see the privates, I know where they are --
Hangin' on the old barbed wire.

I saw them, I saw them,
Hangin' on the old barbed wire -- I saw them,
Hangin' on the old barbed wire.


Peppy, singable, cynical, and so bloody true as to make you cry.

That's an anti-war song for me.

Bob