They don’t wake up to the comfort of their beds but instead to small bunks
They don’t wake to the sizzling sounds of eggs on the frying pan but instead to the sound of bullet ricocheting off objects
They don’t wake up to their child’s faces but instead to those that may not have parents
They don’t wake up to see there friends but instead to finding that their friend has died
They don’t wake up to take a walk in the park but instead to march through harsh terrain to save lives and protect us back home