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Message: <blockquote data-quote="malkavi" data-source="post: 718778" data-attributes="member: 10247"><img src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/2272/sla1wg7.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />A tribute  Defense Forces of Sri LankaYour alarm goes off; you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutesHe stays up for days on endYou take a warm shower to help you wake upHe goes days or weeks without running waterYou complain of a 'headache', and call in sickHe gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forwardYou put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up withyour friendsHe still fights for your right to wear that shirtYou talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with youHe knows he may not see some of his buddies againYou walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girlsHe walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terroristsYou complain about how hot it isHe wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his browYou go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrongHe doesn't get to eat todayYour wife/mother/ maid makes your bed and washes your clothesHe wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are cleanYou go to the mall and get your hair redoneHe doesn't have time to brush his teeth todayYou're angry because your class ran 5 minutes overHe's told he will be held over an extra 2 monthsYou call your girlfriend and set a date for tonightHe waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from homeYou hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everydayHe holds his letter close and smells his love's perfumeYou roll your eyes as a baby criesHe gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meetYou criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything...He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fightingYou hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like himHe hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded - and of the innocents who have no one to stand up for themYou see only what the media wants you to seeHe sees the broken bodies lying around himYou stay at home and watch TVHe takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eatYou crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortableHe crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be awakened by gunfireYou sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse placebecause of men like himIf only there were more men like him!WHO is HE?<img src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/3676/sla2nm1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></blockquote>

Verification: Hathara warak wissa keeyada? (Hathara wadi karanna 20)

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