Learning Goal: I’m working on a history writing question and need an explanation

Learning Goal: I’m working on a history writing question and need an explanation and answer to help me learn.That writing must be four pagesI have two questions for you to ponder. Do your best and you may not use any references, just your understanding of the issues and events of the era.Please review and select one of the following essay questions and answer it to the best of your ability. You are not to use any reference or study notes. Be as complete and as detail as you can. You will be graded on how complete your answer is. The more information you can provide from your memory, the better your grade will be.1. How did U.S. objectives differ from the objectives of Ho Chi Minh and the Vietnamese Communists during the war?2. Compare and contrast Johnson’s and Nixon’s respective Vietnam War strategies. 3. Discuss the impact of antiwar protest movements in the United States during the Vietnam War.4. How did U.S. foreign policy evolve from the end of World War II in 1945 to the end of the Vietnam War in 1975?5. Discuss the cost of the war in monetary and human terms for the United States.View the following and explain the history that the balladeer is chronicling. I have provided the lyrics for you to review. Do not use any other video or source to get the meaning of the lyrics. LyricsA long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people danceAnd maybe they’d be happy for a whileBut February made me shiverWith every paper I’d deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn’t take one more stepI can’t remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep insideThe day the music diedSo bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God aboveIf the Bible tells you so?Now do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soulAnd can you teach me how to dance real slow?Well, I know that you’re in love with him’Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesMan, I dig those rhythm and bluesI was a lonely teenage broncin’ buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was out of luckThe day the music diedI started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”Now for ten years we’ve been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rollin’ stoneBut that’s not how it used to beWhen the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James DeanAnd a voice that came from you and meOh, and while the king was looking downThe jester stole his thorny crownThe courtroom was adjournedNo verdict was returnedAnd while Lenin read a book on MarxA quartet practiced in the parkAnd we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music diedWe were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelterEight miles high and falling fastIt landed foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward passWith the jester on the sidelines in a castNow the halftime air was sweet perfumeWhile the sergeants played a marching tuneWe all got up to danceOh, but we never got the chance’Cause the players tried to take the fieldThe marching band refused to yieldDo you recall what was revealedThe day the music died?We started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in spaceWith no time left to start againSo come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick’Cause fire is the devil’s only friendOh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rageNo angel born in HellCould break that Satan’s spellAnd as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music diedI started singin’ itSingin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred store where I’d heard the music years beforeBut the man there said the music wouldn’t playAnd in the streets, the children screamedThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenThe church bells all were brokenAnd the three men I admire mostThe Father, Son, and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music diedAnd they were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’ “This’ll be the day that I dieThis’ll be the day that I die”They were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’ This’ll be the day that I die”