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Merry Christmas, My Friend
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any Iíd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
Iíd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in 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 Iíd just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldnít help 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 awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
ďSanta, donít cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I donít ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps.Ē
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldnít control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold nightís chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didnít 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 ďCarry on, Santa, itís Christmas Day, all secure.Ē
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
While a Lance Corporal serving as Battalion Counter Sniper at the Marine Barracks 8th & I, Washington, DC, under Commandant P.X. Kelly and Battalion Commander D.J. Myers [in 1986], James M. Schmidt wrote this poem to hang on the door of the Gym in the BEQ. When Colonel Myers came upon it, he read it and immediately had copies sent to each department at the Barracks and promptly dismissed the entire Battalion early for Christmas leave. The poem was placed that day in the Marine Corps Gazette, distributed worldwide and later submitted to Leatherneck Magazine.
The Redneck family is wishing all you current and former Military , LE , and other emergancy services a Merry Christmas , and a big Thank You for your service past and present .
Make sure you get full value out of today , Do something worthwhile, because what you do today will cost you one day off the rest of your life .
We only begin to understand folks after we stop and think .
Criminals are looking for victims, not opponents.
Thanks and back to ya.
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Thanks for posting this, Redneck...
And Merry Christmas to you and your family as well...
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That was really a great poem!
Great Bob and thx - to you for posting that, and to all our troops wherever they may be.
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Thanks for sharing...nice poem!
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Great poem! Read that one before somewhere, possibly on a military base that I was working on over Christmas time, never been in the military but I brought many bases the latest in communications when the base's where due for an upgrade and the goverment was spending money for them with fiber optic, voice, data, etc..............
Loved being on the bases and around the soldiers and miss it at times, I've had the pleaseure of meeting some really great people from many different military bases never being in the military myself.
Thank's for posting that!
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Thanks to those who serve now.
Merry Christmas to all.
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Thank you, and a merry Christmas back to you, your family, all those serving and to my fellow vets who served.
If you stand up and be counted, from time to time you may get yourself knocked down. But remember this: A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good. ~ Thomas J. Watson, Jr.