Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to grow up    And be a soldier and serve his country in whatever way he could    He would parade around the house with a sauce pan on his head    For a helmet, a wooden sword in one hand and the American flag in the other    As he grew up, he put away the things of a child but he never let go of the flag       My name is William Calley, I`m a soldier of this land    I`ve tried to do my duty and to gain the upper hand    But they`ve made me out a villain they have stamped me with a brand    As we go marching on       I`m just another soldier from the shores of U.S.A.    Forgotten on a battle field then thousand miles away    While life goes on as usual from New York to Santa Fe    As we go marching on       I`ve seen my buddies ambushed on the left and on the right    And their youthful bodies riddled by the bullets of the night    Where all the rules are broken and the only law is might    As we go marching on       While we`re fighting in the jungles they were marching in the street    While we`re dying in the rice fields they were helping our defeat    While we`re facing V.C. bullets they were sounding a retreat    As we go marching on       With our sweat we took the bunkers, with our tears we took the plain    With our blood we took the mountains and they gave it back again    Still all of us are soldiers, we`re too busy to complain    As we go marching on       When I reach my final campground in that land beyond the sun    And the great commander asks me, `Did you fight or did you run?`    I`ll stand both straight and tall stripped of medals, rank and gun    And this is what I`ll say:       Sir, I followed all my orders and I did the best I could    It`s hard to judge the enemy and hard to tell the good    Yet there`s not a man among us would not have understood       We took the jungle village exactly like they said    We responded to their rifle fire with everything we had    And when the smoke had cleared away a hundred souls lay dead       Sir, the soldier that`s alive is the only once can fight    There`s no other way to wage a war when the only one in sight    That you`re sure is not a VC is your buddy on your right       When all the wars are over and the battle`s finally won    Count me only as a soldier who never left his gun    With the right to serve my country as the only prize I`ve won    As we go marching on    Glory, glory hallelujah glory, glory hallelujah