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 Added: Dec 17, 2007  
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twas the night before christmas (soldier story) (Report 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
STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG
PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,

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 IN SUCH
DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICT URED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS
THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE
FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,

OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.


SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND
GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS 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
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
FREEDOM,
I DON'T 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
NIGHT'S 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,
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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sweet...		 (Report It)

Thats nice. We all salute soldiers of all kinds who protect us		   
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