Think about it, come on, think.

How dare you call them foolish men
As you lounge in the family den
You sit and watch your plasma screen
While they fight so your grass stays green
In the Land of the Free
I wish you could simply see
That they are dying for you
So tha our anthem will always ring true
"The war solves nothing" you say again
No thought you give it, not now, not then
But if you sit and really think
That a man dies as you blink
Would you still look at them with a cynical eye?
The cynic that watches our young men die
To convict the soldiers with your heart
Then stand in church and sing "How great Thou art"
Is utter foolishness all in all
How can you sit and laugh while soldiers fall
To be free is maybe the greatest gift
So now you watch my right hand lift
To salute the ones who died out of love
And hope to meet them up above