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Xmas poem for US Military Men and Women

Discussion in 'Uncategorized Threads' started by OLD ONE EYE, Nov 30, 2007.

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    OLD ONE EYE Well-Known Member

    Jan 29, 1998
    Florida / Idaho
    The embers glowed soft and in their dim light,
    >> I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
    >> My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
    >> My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
    >> Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
    >> Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
    >> The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
    >> Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
    >> My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
    >> Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
    >> In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
    >> So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
    >> The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
    >> But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
    >> Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
    >> sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
    >> My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
    >> And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
    >> Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
    >> A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
    >> A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
    >> Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
    >> Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
    >> Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
    >> "What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
    >> "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
    >> Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
    >> You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
    >> For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
    >> Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
    >> To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
    >> Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right ,
    >> I'm out here by choice.
    >> I'm here every night."
    >> "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
    >> That separates you from the darkest of times.
    >> No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
    >> I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
    >> My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
    >> Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always
    >> remembers."
    >> My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
    >> And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
    >> I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
    >> But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her
    >> smile.
    >> Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
    >> The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
    >> I can live through the cold and the being alone,
    >> Away from my family, my house and my home.
    >> I can stand at my post through the rain and the
    >> sleet,
    >> I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
    >> I can carry the weight of killing another,
    >> Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
    >> Who stand at the front against any and all,
    >> To ensure for all time that this flag will not
    >> fall."
    >> "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
    >> Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
    >> "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
    >> "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
    >> It seems all too little for all that you've done,
    >> For being away from your wife and your son."
    >> Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
    >> "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
    >> To fight for our rights back at home while we're
    >> gone,
    >> To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
    >> For when we come home, either standing or dead,
    >> To know you remember we fought and we bled.
    >> Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
    >> That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
    >> PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending
    >> this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be
    >> coming soon and some credit is due to our
    >> U.S.service men and women for our being able to
    >> celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this
    >> small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make
    >> people stop and think of our heroes, living and
    >> dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
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