Thank You Veterans!!!


Tomorrow is Veterans Day and I would like to thank every man and woman who has served this great nation.  This email that is going around puts some things in prospective for those of you who don’t realize the sacrifice our troops make.  For those of you who do it will remind you.  Thank you to all of those who have served now and in the past because of you I can write this blog.



Your cell  phone is in your pocket. He  clutches the cross hanging on his

chain next to  his dog tags. You  talk trash about your ‘buddies’ that

aren’t with  you. He  knows he may not see some of his buddies  again. You

 walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty  girls. He  patrols 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  doesn’t get to eat today. Your  maid makes your

bed and washes your  clothes. He  wears the same things for weeks, 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’re  angry

because your class ran 5 minutes  over. 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  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.&nb sp;You  criticize your government, and 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 go to the store by your

parents. You  don’t.  He  does exactly what he is told even if it puts his

 life in danger. You  stay at home and watch TV. 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.





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