By the time I actually got out of the Army, I'd been in for nearly two years and I'd been marched around a lot. Of course we'd 'sound off' with lots of little ditties here and there. Most of them centered on some dude called 'Jody'. It wasn't nearly as cool as when the Marines marched to 'Mickey Mouse' but it helped pass the time and tramping. But in August of 1968, "Jody" was replaced by a new cadence call I'd picked from civilan friends who'd been to peace marches.

One, two, three, four. we don't want your fucking war.

Now here's a wonderfully fresh viewpoint about all this -

It's called 'The Request' by Thomas Easaw