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A Soldiers Christmas
This has been around but felt it most fitting now.........
By a Marine on Okinawa, Japan Twas 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 had 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 the mantle, just boots full of sand. On the wall hung pictures, of a distant land. With Medals and Badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought, came to mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a Marine, Once I could see clearly. The Soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor, In his 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 Id 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 where willing to fight. Soon around the world, children would play, And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day. They enjoyed Freedom, each month of the year, Because of these soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldnt 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 dont cry, this life is my choice; I fight for Freedom, I dont ask for more, My life is my God, My Country, My Corps." The soldier rolled over, and soon drifted to sleep. I couldnt control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, So silent and still And we both shivered from the cold nights chill. I didnt 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. Its 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.' Please send this message out to as many people as you know. Christmas is coming, and some credit is due to our U.S. Service Men and Women serving Overseas who cannot be with their loved ones this Holiday Season. Thank You and, Semper Fidelis - 'Always Faithful to God, Country, Family and Corps'
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY HUSBAND SSgt. Roger A. One Proud Marine 1961-1977 68/69 http://www.geocities.com/thedrifter001/ |
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We tend to fly our flag on 4th of July, we tend to fly our flag on Veteran's Day......maybe this year, through your web-site, you could maybe "ask" the American people to put a small American Flag on their Christmas Tree, amongst their ornaments, (or within their own religious ceremony/custom) just to "remember." A small reminder that "we" are free to celebrate whatever holiday, however we please, because of that flag and what She represents.
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 and my corps." and with all due respects to the Major, I add..... America, my country-men, Our flag is our life..... We've accepted your ancestors Through struggle, through strife... We've come a long way, Yes, a long way to go.... But we're out here defending, The life that you know. What you believe, Is not my concern, I carry my weapon..... American learns.... I'm proud to serve you, Wherever I'm sent, For you are Americans... From Allah to Lent.... And so my dear county-men, I ask of you this... Display Our flag, And remember our bliss.... For I am out "here" On this Christmas Day.... And I want you proud... .......LONG MAY SHE WAVE..... Sempers, Roger
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY HUSBAND SSgt. Roger A. One Proud Marine 1961-1977 68/69 http://www.geocities.com/thedrifter001/ |
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Belleau Wood
Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence over Belleau Wood that night For a Christmas truce had been declared By both sides of the fight As we lay there in our trenches The silence broke in two By a German soldier singing A song that we all knew Though I did not know the language The song was "Silent Night" Then I heard my buddy whisper, "All is calm and all is bright" Then the fear and doubt surrounded me "Cause I'd die if I was wrong But I stood up in my trench And I began to sing along Then across the frozen battlefield Anothers voice joined in Until one by one each man became A singer of the hymn Then I thought that I was dreaming For right there in my sight Stood the German soldier 'Neath the falling flakes of white And he raised his hand and smiled at me As if he seemed to say Here's hoping we both live To see us find a better way Then the devil's clock struck midnight And the skies lit up again And the battlefield where heaven stood Was blown to hell again But for just one fleeting moment The answer seemed so clear Heaven's not beyond the clouds It's just beyond the fear No, heaven's not beyond the clouds It's for us to find it here The Authors are : Joe Henry and Garth Brooks Copyright 1997 Sempers, Roger
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY HUSBAND SSgt. Roger A. One Proud Marine 1961-1977 68/69 http://www.geocities.com/thedrifter001/ |
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A Marine's Christmas Poem
or The Night Santa Became A Marine.. There are different versions of this. 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 whom in this house did live. As I looked all around a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stockings by the fire, just boots full of sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far-away land. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, A sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. This was the house of a U.S. Marine. I'd heard stories about them, so I had to see more. I walked down the hallway and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping. Silent. Alone. Curled up on the floor of his one-bedroom home. He seemed so gentle, his face so serene. Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shaven, his face weathered tan. I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized families that I had just seen that night Owed their lives to these men, so willing to fight. Soon around the nation the children would play And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They enjoyed freedom each day and all year Because of Marines like the one lying here. I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry. He must have awakened for I heard a rough voice. "Santa, Don't cry. This is my choice. I fight for freedom. I don't ask for more. My life is my God, my Country, my Corps." With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep. I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours. So silent. So still. I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, To cover this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his tee-shirt of scarlet and gold, With an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. Although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride. For one shining moment, I was the Marine Corps deep inside. I didn't want to leave him, so quiet in the night, This guardian of honor, so willing to fight. But, half asleep, he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, Said, "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day - All Secure." One look at my watch and I knew he was right. Merry Christmas, my friend. Semper Fi - and good night! Sempers, Roger
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY HUSBAND SSgt. Roger A. One Proud Marine 1961-1977 68/69 http://www.geocities.com/thedrifter001/ |
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