Guest guest Posted December 14, 2007 Report Share Posted December 14, 2007 Something to read... brings everything into clear perspective for me... this and my mates, , Rudi, n & Trudi. n's struggle continues without much change. > T'WAS 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, AN AUSTRALIAN 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, ITS 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.' > > This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping > soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. > I think it is reasonable. > > PLEASE. > > Would you do me the kind favour of sending this > to as many people as you can? > > Christmas will be coming soon and some credit > is due to our all of the servicemen and women for our > being > able to celebrate these > festivities. > > 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. .. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2007 Report Share Posted December 15, 2007 Mel This was originally penned by a Marine in the States. Every year we send the same one around our Marine buddies to remember them by. My ex is a former Marine so it means heaps to them that it has been changed to suit the different countries. It is ashame we really only think about the services when something goes wrong or they are deployed. Kellie Christmas!!! Something to read... brings everything into clear perspective for me... this and my mates, , Rudi, n & Trudi. n's struggle continues without much change. > T'WAS 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, AN AUSTRALIAN 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, ITS 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.' > > This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping > soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. > I think it is reasonable. > > PLEASE. > > Would you do me the kind favour of sending this > to as many people as you can? > > Christmas will be coming soon and some credit > is due to our all of the servicemen and women for our > being > able to celebrate these > festivities. > > 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. .. Make the switch to the world's best email. Get the new Yahoo!7 Mail now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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