A different Christmas Poem, (off Topic) I think I need to post this

Discussion in 'Getting Started' started by interurban, Nov 27, 2006.

  1. interurban

    interurban Active Member

    Aug 22, 2002
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    > 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 Canadian, 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 'Dieppe on a day in December,"
    > Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
    > My dad stood his watch in that Korean Land',
    > 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,
    > Something red and, white, ... a Canadian 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 trench 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
    >to our
    > service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
    > 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.
  2. MadModeler

    MadModeler Member

    May 21, 2006
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    That's beautiful.
  3. liven_letdie

    liven_letdie Member

    Mar 22, 2005
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    Here here, Amen

    COMBAT Member

    Oct 29, 2006
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    Thanks for sharing that. :thumb:
  5. oldtanker

    oldtanker Member

    Feb 24, 2006
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    Thanks for posting that.

    Rick.....been there done that....US ARMY (retired)