Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees".

This from a Woody Guthrie song which I used to know as "Plane Crash at Los Gatos", but which I've learned to call "Deportees".
Woody's words "You won't have your names ..." has held true for almost 65 years, but now the names of those who lost their lives are known.