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Not the Same
Not the Same The checks are real; they pay for the ordeals, for the sleepless nights requiring the pills. All you seem to see is someone blessed with money— that's not what's between you and me; we are not the same. Happy, yes, it pays the bills. So before you get really mad at me for getting the bag, ask where you were, while I was at the FOB— just miles out of Baghdad, snipe hunting phantom weapons of mass destruction. We all found it wasn't bombs; it was families, the moms and the dads that suffered. The vets who kept it undercover, hiding what it did to us inside. Remember that, next time you thank us for our service, with that American pride
Not the Same The payments are genuine; they compensate for the struggles, for the nights without sleep that need medication. All you notice is someone fortunate with wealth— that's not the reality between us; we are different. Yes, being happy helps pay the expenses. So before you get really upset with me for making money, ask where you were while I was at the Forward Operating Base— just a short distance from Baghdad, looking for imaginary weapons of mass destruction. We discovered it wasn't explosives; it was families, the mothers and fathers who endured pain. The veterans who kept it secret, concealing the impact it had on us internally. Keep that in mind the next time you express gratitude for our service, with that sense of American pride