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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 yard to a winter delight.

 

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed

he 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 Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then

he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."

 

My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', 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... an American 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 foxhole 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, "harbor 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.

 

 

LCDR Jeff G., SC, USN

30th Naval Construction Regiment

OIC, Logistics Cell One

Al Taqqadum, Iraq

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I posted this somewhere last year here and forgot about it. thanks for helping me to remember. a great one, to be sure

 

Semper Fi

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