Your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his
chain next to his dog tags.
He knows he may not see some of
his buddies again.
at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching
for insurgents and terrorists.
He's told he will be held over an
extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and
set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see
if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend,
like you do every day.
He holds his letter close and
smells his love's perfume.
He gets a letter with pictures of his
new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and
killed by their own people and
remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war,
and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and
screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media
wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies
lying around him.
You are asked to do something
by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told
even if it puts his life in danger.
He takes whatever time he is given
to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with
down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by
mortars and helicopters all night long.
If you support your troops, send
this to 13 people.
