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  1. #1 A Veteran's Christmas Poem 
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    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 the 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 Giles, SC, USN
    30th Naval Construction Regiment
    OIC, Logistics Cell One
    Al Taqqadum, Iraq
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    "Somewhere across the winter world tonight
    You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
    Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
    Across the distance…something we can share.

    You will be singing, just the same as I,
    These familiar songs we know so well,
    And you will see these same stars in your sky
    And wish upon that brightest one that fell.

    I shall remember you and trim my tree,
    One shining star upon the topmost bough;
    I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see –
    Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.

    And all the time that we must be apart
    I keep a candle in my heart."

    "For you are not forgotten, you are not alone;
    You are missed by the people you keep safe at home,
    And we remember you as the Christmas bells ring,
    As you're watched by the Christ Child whose carols we sing.

    For no matter how far from your home you may be,
    There once was a Babe born for you and for me.
    So hark to the carols as their music draws nigh,
    And look to the stars in the Iraqi sky.
    Remember the star which on Bethlehem shone,
    The star that still guides those who yearn to be Home.
    So as Christmas Day dawns over here, over there --
    Merry Christmas to you, with our love, thanks, and prayers."

    The poeams above was taken from "Candlelit Heart" by Mary Linton and the second part from Kathryn Darden.
    Thank you all who are serving. :)
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