Timeskipper

Our alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for
another 10 minutes.

He stays up for days on end.

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes 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, and go
meet up 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 not see some of his buddies again.

You don’t feel like helping out your dad today, so you don’t.

He does what he is told.

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 does not get to eat today.

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.

He wears 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 5 minutes over.

He is told he will be held an extra 2 months.He does as he is told.

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 ditch class to go to a movie.

He goes where he is told.

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 the bodies lying around him.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents.You don’t.

He does what he is told.

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 5 minute nap, only to be
woken by gun fire.

You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place
because of men like him.

If only there were more men like him.

You gripe at your parents for not buying your favorite snack.

He’s just happy to get some packages of Kool-Aid and a bag of chips.

You get mad when you have to share your favorite treat with a younger sibbling.

He shares what little bit of anything he has with the men around him.