To all the service men and women( and everybody else too)

Discussion in 'General OFF TOPIC' started by SixPak, Dec 16, 2011.

  1. SixPak

    SixPak Junior Member

    T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
    In a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone.
    I had come down the chimney, with presents to give,
    I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
    no tinsel, no presents,not even a tree.
    No stocking by the mantel, just boots filled with sand,
    on the wall hung pictures, of far distant lands.
    With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
    a sober thought,came through my mind.
    For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
    I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
    The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
    curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.
    The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
    not how I pictured, a American soldier.
    Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
    curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
    I realized the families, that I saw this night,
    owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight.
    Soon round the world,the children would play,
    and grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas Day.
    They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,
    because of all the soldiers, like the one laying here.
    I couldn't help wonder, how many lay alone'
    on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
    The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
    I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.
    The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice,
    'Santa don't cry, this life is my choice.
    I fight for freedom; I don't ask for more,
    my life is my God,my country, my corps.'
    The soldier rolled over,and drifted to sleep,
    I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
    I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
    and we both shivered, from the cold night's chill.
    I didn't want to leave, on that cold , dark night,
    this guardian of honour, so willing to fight.
    The soldier rolled over, with a voice, soft and pure,
    whispered,'Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, all is secure.'
    One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
    Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.
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  2. dbmg

    dbmg Guest

    Very Very Nice......
    Thanks for sharing, and Thanks to all who keep us FREE :USA
  3. fin_676

    fin_676 Experienced Member Staff Member Moderator Contributor

    I liked that very much
    brings to mind that there are many servicemen and women out there in the world doing there duty for their countries over this festive season when i I'm sure they would rather be with their families
    A few thoughts for those good people are never wasted

  4. Gas Gauge

    Gas Gauge Junior Member

    Wow, so significant...made Santa cry (me too)!

    Thanks, semper fi!