Raine
01-01-2008, 19:36 PM
I found this on a website and I had to pass it along.
The Marine who wrote this is stationed in Okinawa, Japan. I know not of his name. The message read to pass this along as to not forget the soldiers whom put their lives on the line for us. God Bless.
"The Gift"
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 house 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 to 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 and 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
a United States soldier
Was this the hero of whom I just read?
Curled up on a ponco, 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 grownups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year
because of the soldier
like the one laying here
I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home
That very thought
brought tears to my eyes
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 soon 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 nights chill
I didn't want to leave
on the 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."
The Marine who wrote this is stationed in Okinawa, Japan. I know not of his name. The message read to pass this along as to not forget the soldiers whom put their lives on the line for us. God Bless.
"The Gift"
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 house 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 to 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 and 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
a United States soldier
Was this the hero of whom I just read?
Curled up on a ponco, 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 grownups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day
They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year
because of the soldier
like the one laying here
I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone
on a cold Christmas eve
in a land far from home
That very thought
brought tears to my eyes
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 soon 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 nights chill
I didn't want to leave
on the 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."