A different Christmas poem.

[Magic Man]

Please read this poem, and remember to say "thank you" to those who give and gave so much for us all.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_P6yU_ymFM&feature=share

MM

[retread]

Thanks Evan.

john

[Lamonster]

:thumbup:

[rleathen]

Although I am from Canada my support of all US and Canadian troops is strong especially considering my nephew is schedule to go to Afghanistan this spring.

Evan thank you for posting this.

[wyliec]

Great poem :thumbup: :firstplace:

[Blue Star]

Having just come home from my daughters Basic Training on Sunday. This hit me hard, nothing like a grown 50 year-old man crying at his computer. Thank you for posting this poem. :2thumbs:

[spyder-v]

I ready the poem and appreciate the support from everywhere, I have worked with military all over the world over here in Afghanistan and it really shows how we can all come together and get the job done. Thanks for sharing the poem. Heading home to Oregon soon for a little break, cant wait. Take care and GOD BLESS

[pjp623]

:thumbup: Thanks Evan for sending this poem. I will be sure to pass it on.
And Happy Holidays to you as well.

[Recon]

Thanks, from an old vet, and my brothers in arms; well done

[pastorchuck]

:pray: Wow!

[Boriken]

Just thanks while I wipe away the tears. May God Bless all that t have served and those that are serving. :pray::pray::pray:

[Bob Denman]

:agree: Thanks for a great poem...:thumbup:

[SpyderWolf]

Thanks for sharing that Evan.

Here is another poem. This one was written by a former Marine, Corporal James Schmidt, and published in Leatherneck Magazine back in December of 1991.

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 PICTURED
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."