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From: proudtobeamember@usa.net
Newsgroups: alt.military.police
Subject: A Holiday Message to Share with Others
Date: Sun, 21 Dec 1997 21:15:40 GMT
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Dear Military Members,
I received this message in my email today and
thought it would be nice to share with fellow
military members, Maybe our civilian population
might appreciate us more
Please take a minute to thank a Vet. and Active Duty People.
Lest we forget:
>
'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 house 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 and 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 his 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 grown-ups 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 their 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 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.
***Please share this with EVERYONE you know, and remember those
all around the world who are out there securing the front.****
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