s14slide

I just wanted to put this out there. No matter what your views are, just remember that a soldier doesn't pick his fight, he just fights them. So just take a moment on that special day to remember and think about one.


A Soldier's Christmas

'Twas 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,
and to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings by mantle, 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 United States Solider.

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 plan,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying 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 Honor, so willing to fight.
Then 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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Burmonster

Very nicely put.

For all the soliders on this forum and through out the world, *Happy Hoildays* and thanking you for protecting the most precious gift of all FREEDOM.

May God look over you and protect you all

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"Did you ever think that it could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others?"

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camppain

And may santa make these remaining 4 years left fly by, keep heat in the barracks until my wedding, hot water for us to shower, and some food that isn't grade "D"

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jsr20det

damn, touchy poem. to all the soldiers out there , Happy Holidays.

hope u guys come back real soon.

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