[T3] Fw: a Christmas Poem

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Shawn & Lisa Albertin
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-----Original Message-----
From: MoparRBs <moparrbs@aol.com>
Newsgroups: rec.toys.cars
Date: Saturday, December 19, 1998 3:21 PM
Subject: a Christmas Poem


>I just received this poem and thought that that there would be others here
that
>would enjoy it.  Larry
>
>A SOLDIERS CHRISTMAS
>
>
>''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.
>
>PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as may people
>as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and we should all be aware of
>where credit for our being able to celebrate these festivities is due.
>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.
>Please, do your small part to plant this small
>seed
>
>by:  A Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan
>

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