Topic: LIFE
A Different Christmas Poem<br /><br /><br />The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, <br />I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. <br />My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, <br />My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. <br />Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, <br />Transforming the yard to a winter delight. <br />The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, <br />Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. <br />My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, <br />Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. <br />In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, <br />So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. <br /><br />The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, <br />But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. <br />Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the <br />sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. <br />My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, <br />And I crept to the door just to see who was near. <br />Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, <br />A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. <br /><br />A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, <br />Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. <br />Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, <br />Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. <br />"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, <br />"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! <br />Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, <br />You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" <br /><br />For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from <br />the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. <br />To the window that danced with a warm fire's light <br />Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right , <br />I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." <br />"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, <br />That separates you from the darkest of times. <br />No one had to ask or beg or implore me, <br />I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. <br />My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," <br />Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." <br />My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', <br />And now it is my turn and so, here I am. <br />I've not seen my own son in more than a while, <br />But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.<br /><br />Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, <br />The red, white, and blue... an American flag. <br />I can live through the cold and the being alone, <br />Away from my family, my house and my home. <br />I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, <br />I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. <br />I can carry the weight of killing another, <br />Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. <br />Who stand at the front against any and all, <br />To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." <br />"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, <br />Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." <br />"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, <br />"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? <br />It seems all too little for all that you've done, <br />For being away from your wife and your son." <br />Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, <br />"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.To fight <br />for our rights back at home while we're gone, <br />To stand your own watch, no matter how long. <br />For when we come home, either standing or dead, <br />To know you remember we fought and we bled. <br />Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, <br />That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." <br /><br />Please, Would you do me the kind favor of sending <br />this to as many people as you can? Christmas will <br />be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.<br />service men and women for our being able to <br />celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way <br />to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop <br />and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed <br />themselves for us. <br /><br />LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN <br />30t h Naval Construction Regiment <br />OIC, Logistics Cell One <br />Al Taqqadum , Iraq.