Going to Vietnam

To Vietnam we went, we could not loose,
To Nam we sallied forth to right that wrong,
We heard no heresy, we sang no blues,
We could not know what would become our song.
To Vietnam we went to sanctify
That lasting faith in noble destiny.
We did not think that goverment would lie,
We had not known that bitter litany.
It came to pass in Vietnam , clear faith
Would vanish in smoke of all those firefights,
In us, belief came to be a cruel wraith,
With which we could no longer see the lights.
The failure of nerve, such as we received
From pain of war. In faith we once believed.