A soldier's Christmas poem

Discussion in 'Politics & Religion' started by ArchAngel, Dec 17, 2003.

  1. <DIV align=center><FONT size=3><STRONG>Christmas Poem</STRONG><BR><BR>'Twas The
    Night Before Christmas,<BR>He Lived All Alone,<BR>In A One Bedroom House<BR>Made
    Of Plaster And Stone.<BR><BR>I Had Come Down The Chimney<BR>With Presents To
    Give,<BR>And To See Just Who<BR>In This Home Did Live.<BR><BR>I Looked All
    About,<BR>A Strange Sight I Did See,<BR>No Tinsel, No Presents,<BR>Not Even A
    Tree.<BR><BR>No Stocking By Mantle,<BR>Just Boots Filled With Sand,<BR>On The
    Wall Hung Pictures<BR>Of Far Distant Lands.<BR><BR>With Medals And
    Badges,<BR>Awards Of All Kinds,<BR>A Sober Thought<BR>Came Through My
    Mind.<BR><BR>For This House Was Different,<BR>It Was Dark And Dreary,<BR>I Found
    The Home Of A Soldier,<BR>Once I Could See Clearly.<BR><BR>The Soldier Lay
    Sleeping,<BR>Silent, Alone,<BR>Curled Up On The Floor<BR>In This One Bedroom
    Home.<BR><BR>The Face Was So Gentle,<BR>The Room In Such Disorder,<BR>Not How I
    Pictured<BR>A United States Soldier.<BR><BR>Was This The Hero<BR>Of Whom I'd
    Just Read?<BR>Curled Up On A Poncho,<BR>The Floor For A Bed?<BR><BR>I Realized
    The Families<BR>That I Saw This Night,<BR>Owed Their Lives To These
    Soldiers<BR>Who Were Willing To Fight.<BR><BR>Soon Round The World,<BR>The
    Children Would Play,<BR>And Grownups Would Celebrate<BR>A Bright Christmas
    Day.<BR><BR>They All Enjoyed Freedom<BR>Each Month Of The Year,<BR>Because Of
    The Soldiers,<BR>Like The One Lying Here.<BR><BR>I Couldn't Help Wonder<BR>How
    Many Lay Alone,<BR>On A Cold Christmas Eve<BR>In A Land Far From
    Home.<BR><BR>The Very Thought<BR>Brought A Tear To My Eye,<BR>I Dropped To My
    Knees<BR>And Started To Cry.<BR><BR>The Soldier Awakened<BR>And I Heard A Rough
    Voice,<BR>"Santa Don't Cry,<BR>This Life Is My Choice;<BR><BR>I Fight For
    Freedom,<BR>I Don't Ask For More,<BR>My Life Is My God,<BR>My Country, My
    Corps."<BR><BR>The Soldier Rolled Over<BR>And Drifted To Sleep,<BR>I Couldn't
    Control It,<BR>I Continued To Weep.<BR><BR>I Kept Watch For Hours,<BR>So Silent
    And Still<BR>And We Both Shivered<BR>From The Cold Night's Chill.<BR><BR>I
    Didn't Want To Leave<BR>On That Cold, Dark, Night,<BR>This Guardian Of
    Honor<BR>So Willing To Fight.<BR><BR>Then The Soldier Rolled Over,<BR>With A
    Voice Soft And Pure,<BR>Whispered, "Carry On Santa,<BR>It's Christmas Day, All
    Is Secure."<BR><BR>One Look At My Watch,<BR>And I Knew He Was Right.<BR>"Merry
    Christmas My Friend,<BR>And To All A Good Night."<BR><BR>Army&nbsp; Navy&nbsp;
    Air Force&nbsp; Marines&nbsp; Coast Guard<BR><BR>A Marine stationed in Okinawa
    Japan wrote this poem. The following is<BR>his request.<BR>"PLEASE. Would you do
    me the kind favor of sending this to as many<BR>people as you can? Christmas
    will be coming soon and some credit is due<BR>to our U.S. service men and women
    for our being able to celebrate these<BR>festivities.<BR><BR>Let's try in this
    small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.&nbsp; Make<BR>people stop and think
    of our heroes, living and dead, who Sacrificed<BR>themselves for us.<BR>Please,
    do your small part to plant this small seed."<BR><BR>I think his is more than
    reasonable!!! If you agree Please Pass It<BR>On!!<BR></FONT></DIV></SPAN>
  2. Salute.