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sacrifice of heros

nonsmoker2008

New Member
apologies if already posted...

This poem was written by a Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request.
PLEASE. would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let'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.
Please. do your small part to plant this small seed.

A Very Special Personal Christmas Message
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T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroomed 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 around, 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.
I found the home of a solider, once I could see clearly,
The solider lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder,
Not how I pictured, a true British solider.
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 enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
O couldn't help wonder, how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home.
The very thought brought, a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.
The solider 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 shivered, from the cold night's chill.
I did not want to leave, on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
Then the solider rolled over, with 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."
 

Lady_Nichole

New Member
I'll forward to some friends.
 

dottychic

New Member
What a lovely poem, and so true! We owe so much to these brave brave men who are willing to go and fight wherever they are sent for us. They are all heros, each and every one! XX
 
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