This is one my dad learned at Fort Bragg in the early Seventies, and we always sang it on long trips when I was growing up. It's similar to a different one I've seen on the internet and goes to the tune of "When Johnny comes Marching Home again." I got a letter from Uncle Sam hurrah hurrah (x2) I got a letter from Uncle Sam he's sending me to Vietnam And we'll all be dead by the summer of (insert year) Other lyrics: They issued me an M-16. . . and turned me into a fighting machine. They issued me a bayonette. . . so I could kill without regret. They issued me an entrenching tool. . . and made me dig like a goddamn fool They issued me a protective mask. . . and then they threw me in the gas. They issued me a hand grenade. . . and you should have seen the mess I made. They shipped me home in a plastic bag. . . the son's of bitches they lost my tags. They buried me in a deep dark hole. . . They buried me in D.C. but I lived in Idaho. The moral of the story is. . . to live your life the way it is. Or we'll all be dead by the summer of (insert year).
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