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Merry Christmas
Bud_14
Member Posts: 200
From Bud and Family...
This letter came in the mail,Just wanted to share it with everyone.
A soldiers Night Before Christmas
Words by Corporal James M. Schmidt
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 site I did see, no tinsel, no parents,
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 the 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 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 just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for his 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 couldnt 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 dont cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I dont ask for more, My life is my God, my country, my corps.
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldnt control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold nights chill. I didnt 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, its Christmas day, all is secure.
One look at my watch, I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my Friend, And to all a good night.
This letter came in the mail,Just wanted to share it with everyone.
A soldiers Night Before Christmas
Words by Corporal James M. Schmidt
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 site I did see, no tinsel, no parents,
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 the 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 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 just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for his 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 couldnt 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 dont cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I dont ask for more, My life is my God, my country, my corps.
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldnt control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold nights chill. I didnt 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, its Christmas day, all is secure.
One look at my watch, I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my Friend, And to all a good night.
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Comments
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Beautiful
As a reg force retiree and active reservist here in Canada, that was beautiful.
Merry Christmas, safe and happy holidays to everyone.
Mike B0 -
That says it all Bud
thanks for that.0 -
Thanks Bud.
As a former enlisted Regular Army. Thanks.
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