A different Christmas poem.......

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  1. A civvy mate sent me this and it made me think - if only more people actually thought and actually appreciated the sacrafices our Forces make.

    To anyone on Ops over Christmas. Stay safe!!



    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 in the Somme on a day in December,'
    Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'

    My dad stood his watch on the streets of Belfast,
    And so here I am, my turn at last
    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... a British 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, 'harbour 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.'

    Christmas will be coming soon and credit is due to our service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities
     
  2. Quality!
    Nice one Spenny.

    Jerry
     
  3. Well said.
     
  4. Bought a lump to my throat babe xxx
     
  5. I emailed it to a few friends, who also confessed to having something in their eye at the time of reading it.

    xx
     
  6. Soft shites!


    Sniff Sniff :thumright:
     
  7. ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

    IT 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 THE 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 A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
    WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

    I REALISED 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 ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
    BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

    THE VERY THOUGH 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 SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR 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 A PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED OVERSEAS
     

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