{"id":577,"date":"2009-12-23T01:22:28","date_gmt":"2009-12-23T05:22:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/2009\/12\/23\/a-different-christmas-poem-think-of-our-soldiers-at-christmas\/"},"modified":"2009-12-23T01:22:28","modified_gmt":"2009-12-23T05:22:28","slug":"a-different-christmas-poem-think-of-our-soldiers-at-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/a-different-christmas-poem-think-of-our-soldiers-at-christmas\/","title":{"rendered":"A Different Christmas Poem&#8211;Think of Our Soldiers at Christmas . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#ca0000\" size=\"5\"><strong><\/strong><\/font>&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#ca0000\" size=\"5\"><strong>A Different Christmas Poem<\/strong><\/font>  <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,<br \/>I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. <br \/>My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,<br \/>My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.<br \/>Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,<br \/>Transforming the yard to a winter delight. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,<br \/>Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. <br \/>My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,<br \/>Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.<br \/>In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,<br \/>So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>The sound wasn&#8217;t loud, and it wasn&#8217;t too near,<br \/>But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.. <br \/>Perhaps just a cough, I didn&#8217;t quite know, Then the<br \/>sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.<br \/>My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,<br \/>And I crept to the door just to see who was near. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,<br \/>A! lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. <br \/>A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,<br \/>Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.<br \/>Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,<br \/>Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>&#8220;What are you doing?&#8221; I asked without fear,<br \/>&#8220;Come in this moment, it&#8217;s freezing out here! <br \/>Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,<br \/>You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!&#8221;<br \/>For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,<br \/>Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>To the window that danced with a warm fire&#8217;s light<br \/>Then he sighed and he said &#8220;Its really all right, <br \/>I&#8217;m out here by choice. I&#8217;m here every night.&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;It&#8217;s my duty to stand at the front of the line,<br \/>That separates you from the darkest of times. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>No one had to ask or beg or implore me,<br \/>I&#8217;m proud to stand here like my fathers before me. <br \/>My Gramps died at &#8216; Pearl on a day in December,&#8221;<br \/>Then he sighed, &#8220;! That&#8217;s a Christmas &#8216;Gram always remembers.&#8221;<br \/>My dad stood his watch in the jungles of &#8216; Nam &#8216;,<br \/>And now it is my turn and so, here I am. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>I&#8217;ve not seen my own son in more than a while,<br \/>But my wife sends me pictures, he&#8217;s sure got her smile. <br \/>Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,<br \/>The red, white, and blue&#8230; an American flag.<br \/>I can live through the cold and the being alone,<br \/>Away from my family, my house and my home. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,<br \/>I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. <br \/>I can carry the weight of killing another,<br \/>Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..<br \/>Who stand at the front against any and all,<br \/>To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall..&#8221; <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>&#8221; So go back inside,&#8221; he said, &#8220;harbor no fright,<br \/>Your family is waiting and I&#8217;ll be all right.&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;But isn&#8217;t there something I can do, at the least,<br \/>&#8220;Give you money,&#8221; I asked, &#8220;or prepare you a feast?<br \/>It seems all too little for all that you&#8217;ve done, <br \/>For being away from your wife and your son.&#8221; <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,<br \/>&#8220;Just tell us you love us, and never forget. <br \/>To fight for our rights back at home while we&#8217;re gone,<br \/>To stand your own watch, no matter how long.<br \/>For when we come home, either standing or dead,<br \/>To know you remember we fought and we bled.<br \/>Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, <br \/>That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.&#8221; <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many <br \/>people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is<br \/>due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let&#8217;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. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><font color=\"#590170\" size=\"3\"><strong>LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN<br \/>30th Naval Construction Regiment<br \/>OIC, Logistics Cell One<br \/>Al Taqqadum, Iraq <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#c10000\" size=\"6\"><strong>GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><font color=\"#c10000\" size=\"6\"><strong>In God We Trust <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 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. 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