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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

To All our Soldiers Near and Far!!!

The other day I received a Christmas card from my Grandfather. In the card was a very nice poem written by, Lance Corporal James M Schmidt. This is a very touching poem because, I have friends and family who are or were in one of the branches of military. Thank Lance Corporal James M Schmidt for writting this.

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 present to give,
and to see just who in this house did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
and on the wall pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
a sobbering thought came to my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,
the home of a soldier, now I could see 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 such disorder,
not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this bight,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon around the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

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 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 fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over and soon drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
and we both shivered from the cold evening's chill.

I didn't 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, it's Christmas day, all is secure."
One look at my wach, and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."

By Lance Corporal James M Schmidt

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  1. uhhhh ok, he chose that life.

    1. It was a poem to let OTHERS know what it is like to be in the Armed Services and away from their loved ones during a special holiday. We all know this is the life they chose. So your comment is redundant. You must not care about our Armed Services. I do care, not only because I had family members that served; BUT because I have friends (who I care and love) who serve now. When they leave, they leave behind a wife/husband and children when they are deployed.