Loving a Marine is not always play; Loving him truly is a high price to pay. It's being alone with no one to hold, It's being young and feeling so old. It's having him whispering his love to you; It's whispering back that you love him, too. There comes a kiss and a promise of more, and in his mind fond memories he will store. Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go, while your dying inside from wanting him so. Watching him leave with eyes full of tears, standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears. It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down, to your far away love in a far away town. It's going to church to kneel and pray, and really meaning the things you say. Weeks are like months, and months like years. You wait for the day when you'll have no more fears. Days go by slowly, how many have passed? And suddenly you realize that it is here at last! Yes, loving a Marine brings bitterness and fears, Loneliness, sadness, and despondent years. Loving a Marine isn't much fun, But it is worth the price when the battle is won.
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 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