Perhaps you will remember this song:

"Here's to the Golden Eagle, Helicopters fly, Chase him 'round the mountain, Chase him till he dies, They say that it's good sportin', shootin' him on the wing, amidst the roar and clatter, you can hear your rifles sing his sad song..it won't be long"

"Here's to the western rancher, the Eagle took his lamb, he's got ten thousand others, but they don't give a damn; Get up with the sunrise, everybody gather 'round, get him with the first shot, sure to bring him down, down, down, crash on the ground"

"Here's to the fallen Eagle, help is on the way; a government team of experts is a rushin' to your aid.  I know you're not excited, and Eagle is no way, fly 'em up to Canada, this country isn't safe anymore...that's for SURE".

(Fallen Eagle, from the album Manassas by Stephen Stills and friends...sorry for the grim theme, seems this is the same game, yet again).

Gene