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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."


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MY
WAY

TO
KEEP
 THIS

GOING !!!!

Your cell p
hone is in your pocket.
He  clutches the cross hanging on
his chain next to  his dog tags.

You  talk trash about your 'buddies'
that aren't with  you.
He  knows he may not see some of
 his buddies  again.

You  walk down the beach,
 staring at all the pretty  girls.
He  patrols the streets,
searching for insurgents
 and  terrorists.

You  complain about how hot it is
He  wears his heavy gear,
not daring to take off his 
 helmet to wipe his brow.

You  go out to lunch, and complain
 because the  restaurant got your
order wrong.
He  doesn't get to eat today.

Your  maid makes your bed and
washes your  clothes.
He  wears the same things for weeks,
 but makes sure  his weapons are
clean.  

You  go to the mall and get your hair
 redone.  
He  doesn't have time to brush his
 teeth today.  

You're  angry because your class ran
 5 minutes  over.
He's  told he will be held over an
extra 2  months.

You  call your girlfriend
 and set a date for  tonight.
He  waits for the mail to see
 if there is a letter  from home.  

You  hug and kiss your girlfriend,
 like you do  everyday.
He  holds his letter close
 and smells his love's  perfume.

You  roll your eyes as a baby cries.
 
He  gets a letter with pictures of
his new child, and  wonders if
they'll ever meet.

You  criticize your government,
and say that war never 
 solves anything.
He  sees the innocent tortured
and killed by their own  people
 and remembers why he is fighting.  

You  hear the jokes about the war,
 and make fun of men 
 like him.
He  hears the gunfire,
bombs and screams of the 
 wounded.

You  see only what the media
wants you to see.  
He  sees the broken bodies
 lying around him.  

You  are asked to go to the store
 by your parents. You  don't.  
He  does exactly what he is told
even if it puts his  life in danger.

You  stay at home and watch TV.

He  takes whatever time he is
 given to call, write  home, sleep,
 and eat.

You  crawl into your soft bed,
with down pillows, and  get
 comfortable.
He  tries to sleep but gets woken
 by mortars and  helicopters
 all night long.

If  you support your troops,
then pray for them !!!!!! 


REMEMBER  our Troops,
and do not forget them LATER  










 
 

         
       

 
 


 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

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