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The Sands Of Christmas

Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by mosesburb, Dec 25, 2004.

  1. mosesburb

    mosesburb For Rent Premium Member GMOTM Winner

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    While we spend time with our families and friends this Christmas, let us not forget our brothers and sisters who took the fight overseas so that WE could have our peaceful night.

    May God bless them all.



    The Sands of Christmas
    by Michael Marks

    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 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 MREs.

    They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
    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 ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.

    And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
    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're not alone.
    The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
    You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.

    Pray for Our Troops and Peace in the Middle East
     
  2. mtn. burb

    mtn. burb 1/2 ton status

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    That is really good.

    Thankyou for this post.

    I've been thinking about our troops off and on today. God bless them all.

    :xmas:
     
  3. offroadcowboy

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    I Like this one as well.

    This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable...
    Please!. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. 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.

    THE GIFT

    T'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 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 UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

    WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
    I REALIZED 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.

    I 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 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 SOON 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 DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
    ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
    SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

    THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
    WITH A 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."


    God Bless Our Troops and Their Families
     
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  4. surpip

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    my deepest regard to all those who serve, know sombody who serves, or have served, wich is pretty much everybody, I think of these men and women who have given thier life for this great country of ours all the time, I keep a POW/MIA flag above me as i sleep, for this very reason:usaflag: :usaflag: :usaflag:
     

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