Remember Our Troops

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 friends or family.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the street and get annoyed at the barking dogs.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

We sometimes complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.

We go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got our order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.

Your kids or you worry about the label on your clothing.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.&nb sp;

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.

We get angry because our appointment ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You call your friend and set a dinner date.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your wife or husband, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.

We roll our eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.

Some criticize our 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.

Some hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.

We see only what the media wants us to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

Our kids are asked to go to the store by their parents. They don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

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.

REMEMBER OUR TROOPS
Lest we forget - We are enjoying our cell phones, our lunch dates,our appointments, our clothing, our hair appointments, and our walks down the street because of men like these!