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The Highlander
23-12-2007, 11:43
This poem appeared in the “Sunday Post” (a famous Scottish Sunday paper) last week, and I thought some of you might like to read it. It is doing the rounds of the military community and is supposed to have been written by a British soldier stationed overseas.

T’was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I’d come down the chimney, with presents to give,
And 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 stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came into my mind.
For this house was different, it was so dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier, once I saw clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor, in this one-bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in disorder,
Not how I pictured a Great British soldier.
I realised the families that I saw this fine night,
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers like the one lying hear.
I couldn’t help wonder, how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a large tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.
The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice.
I battle for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
My life is my God, my country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over, drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I just had to weep.
It was so hard to leave on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honour, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, and with voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on Santa, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
“Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.”

alexh
23-12-2007, 12:12
All I can say is - WOW, that was beautiful. I just read that out loud to my GF and read the last few lines through teary eyes an I'm not ashamed to admit it. Thanks for sharing.

slaaneshes_own
24-12-2007, 00:55
All I can say is - WOW, that was beautiful. I just read that out loud and the last few lines through teary eyes. Thanks for sharing.

Edited to fit my scenario, but QFT! That's brilliant! Regardless of your views on the current military campaigns in foreign parts, you can't help but feel sorry for the soldiers away from home at a time of year which is supposed to be a time for family...

Wonderful, thanks for sharing.

Joe

starlight
24-12-2007, 17:48
I recall that one from some time ago. As appropriate now as then.

I may not be in anymore, but several dozen of my buddies are going over in Feb 08 and I'll be thinking about them the whole time...

Norminator
24-12-2007, 18:39
A great poem. Some of the pacifists and anti-war people who berate our soldiers for their presence in war zones really ought to read that - regardless of the political reasons behind a war, I find it hard to accept how people can criticise the individual soldiers' bravery.

Hooter Hunter
25-12-2007, 15:03
read the last few lines through teary eyes an I'm not ashamed to admit it. Thanks for sharing.

Yeah me too. I have seen this, or a variation of it every year and every time it brings out the same reaction. Thanks for posting this.

SEMPER FI!

The Highlander
27-12-2007, 10:17
Thanks for the comments guys. The first time I read this poem it moved me as well. Reminds you that it's not the soldiers that cause was, it’s the leaders.


SEMPER FI!

Being from Brittan I never quite understand this. Could anyone explain this to me?

Hooter Hunter
27-12-2007, 12:52
It is short for Semper Fidelis and the motto if the USMC. It means Always Faithfull.