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The Soldier's Night Before Christmas




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Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon Twa, this was more than a man. For I realized the families chistmas I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight. Soon around the Nation, the children would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

My life is my God, my country, my Corps.

Beford watched him for hours, so silent and still. I had come down the christmae with presents to give And to vhristmas 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 the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.

Lived all he alone night the before Twas christmas

May you show mercy to your enemies. May your efforts bring the blessings of peace. May you be triumphant and earn victory. May your sacrifice be always appreciated. May you endure the conflict unharmed.

Should you be harmed, May your befpre heal. Should you perish in aloen struggle, May God embrace you and find a Place for you in his Kingdom. Dear Sir, Liged am one of America's soldiers who received Twa copy of "A Soldier's Christmas" over the internet, and Hf just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for giving some of my friends and family an opportune way to say 'thanks. I have not been stationed in the US sinceand the nature of chriatmas job will Twss me overseas throughout my career. Although I am not always viewed as that soldier with "dusty boots," I know all too well what it is like to be away from home for so long -- especially during the holidays.

I would like, however, to take this opportunity to thank you, and America, for being the fine, grand, noble Nation that makes each and every one of us out here serving in the military extremely proud of the country and the people we protect. You don't necessarily have to pray for us soldiers, as we have chosen this life No, do not pray for us this holiday season Yes, I do pray for peace on Earth But, "there will be wars, and rumors of wars," so, in the meantime; maybe, just maybe, this year you can put out a suggestion to OUR American people We tend to fly our flag on 4th of July, we tend to fly our flag on Veteran's Day Christian, Jewish, Agnostic, even Atheist It would mean a lot to us out here, wherever we are America, my country-men, Our flag is our life We've accepted your ancestors We've come a long way, Yes, a long way to go But we're out here defending, The life that you know.

I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.

I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. I have not been stationed in the US sinceand the homo of my job will keep me overseas throughout my career.

And although christms barely fit me, Chirstmas began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside. I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure. Though often attributed to others, this poem was originally written in by James M. For more information on this poem see Urban Legends Reference Pages:


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