Take a man and put him alone,
Put him 6,000 miles from home,
Drain his heart of all but blood,
And make him live in sweat and mud
There is a life I have to live
while my soul to the devil I give,
But you free-boy in your easy chair
you don't know what it's like over there

You have your fun without near trying
while over there our boy's are dying
You burn your draft cards and march at dawn
you plant your sign's on parliament lawn
You want to ban THE BOMB
but there is no war in Viet-nam

You take your drugs and have your fun
then refuse to carry a gun
There is nothing else for you to do
And I'm supposed die for you

I'll hate you till the day I die
you made me see my mate cry,
I saw his arm a bloody red ,
I heard them say "This one's dead"

It's a heavy price he had to pay
Not to live another day
But he had the guts to fight and die
And he paid the price and what did he buy

He bought a life by giving his
But who gives a damn what a soldier gives
His wife, His mum or maybe His son
But there about the only one's for you see,
There is no war in Vietnam .©

Graham "Mack" Mackie
    found this poem while going through Singleton doing recruit training, and
it stuck with hom ever since

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