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A Christmas Story

Christmas Poem 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 stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and bagdes, 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 is such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Vurled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the familes that i saw this night, owed thier lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmass 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 kness and started to cry. The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa dont cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I dont 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 nights 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, its 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."

A Final Inspection

THE FINAL INSPECTION The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step foward now, you soldier, How shall i deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Cant always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasnt mine to keep... Though I worked alot of overtime, When the bill got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at time I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unwomanly tears. I know I don't derserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me here, Except to calm thier fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't I'll understand." There was a silence all around the Throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgement of his God. "Step forward now, you soldier, You've done your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell."

Soldiers Poem

A Soldiers Poem I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease.. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, 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. > > > > > > > > LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN > > 30th Naval Construction Regiment > > OIC, Logistics Cell One > > Al Taqqadum, Iraq

~Long Road~ Look how far we've come at the end of a long road Spending years just to get where you are.... Thousands of Obstacles overcome A great mile stone has passed battled many battles in your path you've had triumphs, you've had casualties. you've been blessed, and you've been damned. We have made many different choices, choices between right and wrong. We've discovered pain and anger, we have experienced true love. Clinging to our life dearly we dont know any other way Entered life through the will of God, by the will of God depart one day. What do we have left to discover? In this world of many wonders Remembering all that was said and done you cant take nothing when you are gone. Enjoy your life! be young inside your soul live your days up to the max have no regrets when you get old. Build memories of happiness, spread laughter,share a smile Take time to smell the flowers relive your innocence,like a child. Don't waste time in regrets we don't know how much is left, theres still more to the road a path waiting to unfold Life is nothing but a rainbow, so go for the pot of gold! Written by Lisa Rodriguez 8/26/2005 This was written by a good friend. This aptly describes me as of late. I try to live by some of what is said cause life is too short, especially for regrets. ENJOY!!! Hugs and kisses to my friends and fans, lo5t soul.
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