You vs. the military man
My military nephew whom I spoke so fondly of a few weeks ago is now back in Iraq after a two-week visit home. He emailed me and told me this:
"I can't believe how time flies. When I get home I would like time to slow down so I can catch up a little on the time I lost. This deployment has taught me a lot about life. The old saying 'you don't know what you have 'til it's gone', that saying is no joke. The littlest minute, unimportant things we overlook daily become things you wish you had or didn't waste when you did have them. I will remember this and take the little stuff to heart."
Things are so different for those who are in the service and away from their families. I had these words also emailed to me, a while back. After seeing my nephew, I knew I needed to pass them on.
This will make you stop and think...
Average worker vs military man (or woman)
Your 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 make sure your 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 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 five minutes over.
He is told he will be held 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 see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the 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, only to be awakened by gun fire.
If you support your troops, send this on - I did.
* Reach Lorri Glawe at lglawe@storm lakepilottribune.com