| Your cell phone is in your pocket. |
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You talk trash about 'buddies' that aren't with you. |
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| He clutches a cross on his chain next to his dog tags. |
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He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. |
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| You walk down a beach, staring at all the pretty girls. |
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You complain about how hot it is. |
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| He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. |
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He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. |
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| You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. |
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Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. |
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| He doesn't get to eat today. |
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He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean. |
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| You go to the mall and get your hair redone. |
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You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. |
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| He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today. |
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He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months. |
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| You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. |
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You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. |
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| He waits for mail to see if there is a letter from home. |
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He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume. |
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| You roll your eyes as a baby cries. |
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You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. |
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| He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. |
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He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting. |
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| You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him. |
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You see only what the media wants you to see. |
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| He hears gunfire, bombs & screams of the wounded. |
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He sees the broken bodies lying around him. |
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| Your parents ask you to go to the store and you don't. |
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You stay at home and watch TV. |
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| He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger. |
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He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat. |