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    Christmas poem for the REAL heroes

    I thought this was cool.

    '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 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."
    Life is tough. But, it's harder when you're stupid.

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    Wow... it almost brought tears to my eyes.

    Here is to all the Men and Women of the Armed Forces.

    Merry Christmas.

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    I agree PY 222

    to them and those like them

    merry christmas
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    Thumbs up

    God and the Soldier, we adore,
    In time of danger, not before.

    The danger passed and all things righted,
    God is forgotten and the Soldier slighted.


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    A Soldier Died Today
    He was getting old and paunchy
    and his hair was falling fast
    And he sat around the Legion
    telling stories of the past,
    Of a war that he had fought in
    and the deeds that he had done
    In his exploits with his buddies;
    they were heroes, everyone.
    And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors,
    his tales became a joke,
    All his buddies listened,
    for they knew whereof he spoke.

    But we'll hear his tales no longer,
    for old Bob has passed away
    And the world's a little poorer,
    for a soldier died today.

    No he won't be mourned by many,
    just his children and his wife,
    For he lived an ordinary
    very quiet sort of life,
    He held a job and raised a family,
    quietly going on his way;
    And the world won't note his passing;
    'tho a soldier died today.

    When politicians leave this earth,
    their bodies lie in state,
    While thousands note their passing
    and proclaim that they were great,
    Papers tell of their life stories
    from the time that they were young,
    But the passing of a soldier
    goes unnoticed, and unsung.

    Is the greatest contribution
    to the welfare of our land
    Some jerk who breaks his promise
    and cons his fellow man?
    Or the ordinary fellow
    who in times of war and strife
    Goes off to serve his Country
    and offers up his life?
    The politician's stipend
    and the style in which he lives
    Are sometimes disproportionate
    to the services he gives,
    While the ordinary soldier,
    who offered up his all,
    Is paid off with a medal,
    and perhaps a pension small.

    It's so easy to forget them,
    for it was so long ago
    That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's
    went to battle, but we know
    It was not the politicians,
    with their compromise and ploys,
    Who won for us the freedom
    that our country now enjoys.
    Should you find yourself in danger
    with your enemies at hand,
    Would you really want some cop-out
    with his ever waffling stand?
    Or would you want a soldier
    who has sworn to defend
    His home, his kin, and country,
    and would fight until the end?

    He was just a common soldier
    and his ranks are growing thin
    But his presence should remind us,
    we may need his like again.
    For when countries are in conflict,
    then we find the soldier's part
    Is to clean up all the troubles
    that the politicians start.

    If we cannot do him honor
    while he's here to hear the praise,
    Then at least let's give him homage
    at the ending of his days.

    Perhaps just a simple headline
    in the paper that might say:
    OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
    FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.
    Agent Smith was right!: "I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell! If there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it."

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    I did cry.

    And amen.

    We love you guys and gals, wherever you are.

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    Now THAT is the truth.

    Very cool.
    Life is tough. But, it's harder when you're stupid.

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