A poem for all US service men and women

Discussion in 'Managing Your Flock' started by nccountrygirl, Dec 19, 2007.

  1. nccountrygirl

    nccountrygirl Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 31, 2007
    Sanford N.C.
    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."



    PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
    people as you can?

    Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
    U.S.service men 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.



    LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
    30th Naval Construction Regiment OIC,

    Logistics Cell One

    Al Taqqadum , Iraq.
     
  2. nccountrygirl

    nccountrygirl Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 31, 2007
    Sanford N.C.
    Kathleen, print this out and give it to Kenny, from me. Laura
     
  3. TxChiknRanchers

    TxChiknRanchers Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Well I'm touched, beyond more than these words can express!
    We all do forget who makes it possible for us to have the freedom we use so unwisely at times!

    Thank you for this post.
    Randy
     
  4. Scrambled Egg

    Scrambled Egg Flock Mistress

    Aug 29, 2007
    Fayetteville, NC
    Thunderstruck and awed, wow, that was really powerful. Thanks for the post Laura and I second Okiechick giving it to her son the soldier. Thanks so much Kenny for all you and other service men and women do to keep us safe in the US. Happy Holidays! Darlene
     
  5. cknmom

    cknmom Chillin' With My Peeps

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    My DH found that one his FCSA forum and printed it out for us to send to our DD and DSIL at Fort Campbell KY.

    Monica
     

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