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.

Millions of Vietnamese were killed and wounded over the course of what the Vietnamese call the “American War” in Southeast Asia.

About two million of those dead were Vietnamese civilians.

They were blown to pieces by artillery, blasted by bombs, and massacred in hamlets and villages like My Lai, Son Thang, Thanh Phong, and Le Bac, in huge swaths of the Mekong Delta, and in little unnamed enclaves like one in Quang Nam Province. 

The above is from a review on AntiWar.com .

I'd summarize it all as follows: the current near total American denial (in the individual psychological sense) of the incredible suffering of millions of Iraqis, Afghans and Pakistanis directly caused by our current wars overwhelms the concerns held and even acted upon by some of us during the 60's.  see  original.antiwar.com/engelhardt/2010/07/13/american-war-versus-real-war/

 

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

It's called 'The Request' by Thomas Easaw