Here is something that is close to my hart.: 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 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 the mantel, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With metals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought in My mind occurred. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, ounce I could clearly see. 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 Soldier. Was this hero whom Id just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these soldiers, who where welling to fight. Soon around the world, the children would play, and grown ups celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldnt 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 a waked and heard in rough voice, Santa dont cry, this life is my choice; I fight for Freedom, dont ask for more, my life is my my god, my country, my corps. the soldier rolled over and soon drifted to sleep, I couldnt control it, I continued to weep, I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold nights chill. I didnt;t want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so welling to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered Carry on Santa, its Christmas Day, and All is secure. One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. Marry Christmas my friend, and to all a good to all good night. I first heard this while stationed at Mountain Home Air Force Base ID. The reason this is so close to me because I was in Basic Training during the Christmas holiday season of my own free will. Just as the soldiers choice to put on the uniform in the poem.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 05:33:37 +0000
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