In a similar theme to my previous post, this Christmas message was forwarded to me. This time by a US serviceman in Iraq. Regards, Owen This poem, written by an American soldier in Iraq...... I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn’t finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six. And so with only minutes till my son got home from school I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all that I could take, And so I flipped the TV on, to catch a little break. I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, Eight Hummers ran a column right behind an M1A. A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens. Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night. Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind, To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again. There wasn’t much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease, They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MRE’s. They didn’t have a garland or a stocking I could seek, They didn’t need an ornament - they lacked a Christmas Tree. They didn’t have a present even though it was tradition, the only boxes I could see were labeled ”ammunition.” I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side, He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried. I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear. There’s nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight, Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right, To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all, Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall. He looked at me as children do and said its always right, to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote: God Bless You all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home. Remember that we love you so, and that you are not alone. The gift you give you share with all, a present every day, You give the gift of liberty and that we cannot repay. And we will never be able to repay this debt, and take so much for granted.
I got that one too ... a Marine in Iraq ... but I also got one from a British soldier in Afghanistan !! It really doesn't matter does it ? ... it's the sentiment that counts ! Lets just hope that the man upstairs ( whoever he may be ) keeps them safe and brings them all home soon !!
