Am I Right or Wrong?
I wanna go to Vietnam Just to kill ol' Charlie Cong. Am I right or wrong? Am I goin'strong? -- Basic Training marching cadence
In 1969, a Vietnam veteran "wearing paint-spattered overalls . . . with a pair of work gloves hanging from his back pocket" stood on the sidewalk of a midwestern city. He watched a parade of several thousand antiwar demonstrators, most of them students, march along a downtown street. Soon, his face "livid with rage," the veteran began screaming at the protesters. Among the peace marchers was a contingent of Vietnam Veterans Against the War. One of them, a blue-collar vet from Milwaukee, approached the angry counterdemonstrator and managed to strike up a conversation. It turned out both had served in the First Cavalry Division. Soon the antiwar veteran said, "Look, we were over there -- we know what was going on."
"Damn right," the other replied. "Well, hell, you know we should have never gotten in there in the first place -- you know we didn't belong there."
"Yeah," the other guy said dubiously.
"Well, that's all we're saying. . . ."
"Yeah, but I just can't take them damn kids who don't know what we went through, saying we're all a bunch of killers, and that the Viet Cong are all saints."