He was only seventeen when the letter came in the mail from the local draft board saying you've got a choice. Jloin the army or you go to jail. As he packed his bags, his mother wept saying: "Daddy don't you think it's a shame?" "No, I think it will make him a man." Eleven weeks of boot camp got you doing situps in the day and the night. Then they ship you out on a boat and they say you are ready to fight.
Have your breakfast in a Saigon street. Where the heroin is so strong. It makes the killing sweet. Pretty soon you can do no wrong.
So they send you off on night patrol. Put a carbine in your hand. Tely ou not to shoot yourself. You're supposed to shoot the Vietnam.
Take a look at my friend Charlie. He's go tno hands, no legs, no feet. Now they've got him selling pencils on the corner. Boys, he begging in the street. Sa I call up my Congressman. Saying Mister I have a complaint. Why are we losing all our boys in the war? When are we going to learn some restraint?