Who is He?

Who is he?
You sit at home and watch,
Sipping a refreshing cold iced tea.
The news comes on and then you hear,
The All-Star game is drawing near.
Then you see a far off land,
Where men are dying in the sand.
A frown appears across your face, 
You are tired of hearing about this place.

Who cares about Vietnam across the sea? 
It's far away and doesn't concern me,
You'd rather hear the Beatles play,
Than learn about the world today.
But stop and think a moment or two,
And ask yourself,
Does this concern you?

It's great to be alive and free,
But what about the guy across the sea?
He's giving up his life for me
So I can live under liberty.
Instead of fighting at my front door,
This guy who lives in filth and slime,
How can he do it all the time?

He's about my age so why should he care
About a war someone else should share.
You call him vile names and make fun of his cause,
Yet he is always first to win your war.

You lucky guy, you laugh and sneer,
Because you never really known fear.
This young man faces death each day,
But he's always got something funny to say.

No mail again,
Again a twinge of sorrow,
Oh what the hell there's always tomorrow.
The morale is low, the tension is high,
Some even break down and cry.
He wants to go home and see a loved one.
He works all day and stands guard all night.
He's tired and sick but continues to fight,
The college crowd thinks he's a fool,
But that's what makes him hard and cruel.

You don't appreciate what he will do,
Like giving up his life for you.
He sacrifices much yet he has nothing in return,
So just that you can stay in school and learn,
No parties and dances for this young man,
Until he comes home again.

The days are hot and the nights are too,
What wonder a cold can of beer can do!
He dreams of cold beer and a thick juicy steak,
When someone shouts, 
We've got a hill to take.

Some will be heroes because they are brave,
And others will get a reef on their graves.
You'll recognize him as he walks by,
There's a saddened look in his eye,
He walks so proud yet looks so mean,
He's called the world's greatest fighting machine.
No wonder he's proud,
He's a United States Marine. 

Lester Atherden was killed in Quang Ngaia on March 4, 1966 
View tributes on to this brave young man here: 
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=38139810