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I got this is an email today. I love it and had to share it.
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 a far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds. A sober thought came to 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 and 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 the hero of whom I just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for his bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed thier lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon around the world the children would play and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year because soldiers like this one thats 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 for freedom I don't ask for more, My life is my God, my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted back to sleep. I couldn't control it I started to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent so 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 this 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."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
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 a far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds. A sober thought came to 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 and 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 the hero of whom I just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for his bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed thier lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon around the world the children would play and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year because soldiers like this one thats 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 for freedom I don't ask for more, My life is my God, my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted back to sleep. I couldn't control it I started to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent so 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 this 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."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
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