Christmas At Sea

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  1. Sent to me by a mate in the USN after she read about the "RAN on christmas stand down" (sic)

    Christmas At Sea

    The sea is cold, the night is dark... the blowing wind is crisp,
    I stare across the ship's huge deck... I did not get my wish.
    I wanted so, to be at home... this year on Christmas Eve,
    But this will be the year that I... did not get Christmas leave.

    I stand and think about my family... gathered by the tree,
    I know that one will say my name... and then they'll think of me.
    I am not there to share their joy... my country needs me here,
    But I am not the only one... who won't get home this year.

    I miss my family but I am... on guard for my country,
    Protecting those who can have Christmas... is my first duty.
    Many men have given all... for us to have that right,
    And I feel honored just to sacrifice... a Christmas night.

    But still I'm feeling so alone... as many of us are,
    As I just stand here on the deck... and watch a Christmas star.
    I guess it is a Christmas star... it shines for all it's worth,
    And I think back to when a star... foretold His peace on earth.

    If only people felt this calm... as on this Christmas Eve,
    And not create hostilities... that make their brothers grieve.
    Then we could have a peaceful world... as it was meant to be,
    But until then we must stand guard... and this night it is me.

    Once again my thoughts turn home... my family safe and sound,
    Because this ship and other men... are ready to stand ground.
    The Navy and the other branches... keep us safe and strong,
    So those at home can celebrate... and sing their Christmas song.

    But knowing that I must do this... I can't hold back a tear,
    Wishing I was home this Christmas... sharing in the cheer.
    Seeing all my families faces... lights and Christmas trim,
    Now the night is getting darker... as I think of them.

    Trying now to fight this feeling... of such loneliness,
    Softly speaking to myself... a lonely Christmas wish.
    Actually my Christmas wish... is now a Christmas prayer,
    Thank you for the men who serve... our country everywhere.

    Thank you for our families... who enjoy this Christmas free,
    Thank you for the other men... who serve this ship with me.
    Thank you for allowing me... to make this sacrifice,
    A joyous Christmas for our families... makes it worth the price.

    May there be peace within you today.
    May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
    I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
    Wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
  2. On a related note, one sent to me and deserving of a much wider audience.

    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 garden 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 Grandfather died in France ' on a day in December,"
    Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gran always remembers."
    My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Burma
    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... a Union 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 trench 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."

  3. The Sailor's Christmas

    Twas the night before Christmas, the ship was out steaming,
    Sailors stood watch while others were dreaming.

    They lived in a crowd with racks tight and small,
    In a 80-man berthing, cramped one and all.

    I had come down the stack with presents to give,
    And to see inside just who might perhaps live.

    I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
    No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

    No stockings were hung, shined boots close at hand,
    On the bulkhead hung pictures of a far distant land.

    They had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
    And a sober thought came into my mind.

    For this place was different, so dark and so dreary,
    I had found the house of a Sailor, at once I saw clearly.

    A Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
    Curled up in a rack and dreaming of home.

    The face was so gentle, the room squared away,
    This was the United States Sailor today.

    This was the hero I saw on TV,
    Defending our country so we could be free.

    I realized the families that I would visit this night,
    Owed their lives to these Sailors lay willing to fight.

    Soon round the world, the children would play,
    And grownups would celebrate on Christmas Day.

    They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
    Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here.

    I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
    On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home.

    The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
    I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

    The Sailor awakened and I heard a calm voice,
    "Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice."

    "Defending the seas all days of the year,
    So others may live and be free with no fear."

    I thought for a moment, what a difficult road,
    To live a life guided by honor and code.

    After all it's Christmas Eve and the ship's underway!
    But freedom isn't free and it's sailors who pay.

    The Sailor say's to our country "be free and sleep tight,
    No harm will come, not on my watch and not on this night.

    The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
    I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

    I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
    I watched as the Sailor shivered from the night's cold chill.

    I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night,
    This guardian of honor so willing to fight.

    The Sailor rolled over and with a voice strong and sure,
    Commanded, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas, and All is Secure!"

    From Here!
  4. Remind me to wear waterproof mascara when I read these things!
  5. Oh Wow!

    Two superb poems, both instilling the meaning of love and sacrifice with the true meaning of voluntary service.

    More please someone.

    Better change that to 'three' superb poems - thanks Lamri but I'm still shouting for more.

    I would think this is more suited to 'Nearest and Dearest' than Diamond Lil's.
  6. Maybe I'm just in a 'bah humbug' mood, but these seem to me like typically OTT sentimental, stomach turning, American nonsense dreamt up by the same people who write sickly sweet verses in birthday cards.
  7. Americans may come across as tacky and over sentimental mate, but no-one loves and respects their service personnel more than them and we could learn a lot from them :)
  8. The ARRSE Christmas Drivel Sweepstake

    We had a little fun with guessing when someone would first post the sentimental tripe that is the 'Soldier at Christmas' poem. :D

    Here's MDN's version (much improved)

    T'was the night before Christmas, He lived all alone
    Three battered Razzles and an old traffic cone
    When I woke him up he did shimf and moan
    And tapped me up for a fag and a fiver to loan

    I looked all about, A strange sight I did see,
    Some skid marked trollies hurled up in the tree.
    No stocking by the mantle,Just a chrispy green sock,
    And a squaddie telling me to chomp on his c0ck

    On the wall hung pictures of skank and fanny
    With medals and badges, for poking a tranny
    A sober thought, Came through his mind.
    Did he leave the work ticket on the seat of the lannie

    For this house was different, It smelt and was damp
    The personal hygeine of an old Harold Ramp
    The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone,
    But in his pants, grinning, made a tent with his bone.

    The face was so battered, The room in such disorder,
    Caked in gyros, A fine British soldier.
    Was this the hero, Of whom I'd just read?,
    Curled up on a poncho, coz, he'd shat his bed?
    I realized the families, That I saw this night,
    Slept in seperate rooms or get caked in shite.

    Soon round the world, The soldiers would play,
    Someone rang the bell, got an advance of pay.
    They all enjoyed freedom, got drunk and got laid,
    Skint for the month, indoors they stayed.

    I couldn't help wonder, How many lay alone,
    Covered in vomit and sat on the throne.
    The very thought brought, A tear to my eye,
    I just put my foot in a six week old NAAFI pie.
  9. Sentimental Drivel?
    Were you there when it was written?

    Tell you what, go here and listen to the Author read it out. Listen to his voice and then come back and (truthfully) say that it is just "sentimental drivel".
  10. While I can appreciate the sentiment, I feel uncomfortable with these overt displays of emotion.
  11. I cried after that.......... laughed till I cried that is. More suited to Lil's than the mushy shiite.
    christmas day in barracks behind the grey stone walls
    chiefy was calling the muster when some silly fcucker cried BALLS!!
    I'll give you balls you bastard you OD little cnut
    you'll have no chritmas leave now for you're nasty little stunt
    Up spoke jolly pissed old stokes his face all grey with ash
    He said.. don't want no christmas leave chief you can shove it up you're ARSE!!!!!!!!


    Merry christmas all. Bah humbug luvya all................Dinger xxxxxxxxxx :love7: :thumright: :thumright:

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