Forwarded by The Waterworths
Compare your easy life with that of a military man in the war zone:
Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another ten minutes.
He stays up for days on end.
You take a shower to help you wake up.
He may go days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a “headache” and call in sick.
He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti-war/don't support the troops shirt, meet with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash on your “buddies” that aren't with you.
He knows he may never see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He may not get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He may wear the same things for months, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You are angry because your class ran five minutes over.
He is told he must stay an extra two months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and
remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him.
He hears the gun fire and bombs.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees dead bodies lying around him.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a five minute nap, but is awakened by gunfire.
You sit there and judge, saying the world is worse because of men like him.
Thank God there are men like him. If only there were more!