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 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 MANTLE, > > JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, > > ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES, > > OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. > > > > > > > WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, > > AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, > > A SOBER THOUGHT, > > CAME THROUGH MY MIND. > > > FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, > > IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, > > I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, > > ONCE 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 DISORDER, > > NOT HOW I PICTURED, > > A TRUE BRITISH SOLDIER. > > > WAS THIS THE HERO, > OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? > > CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, > THE FLOOR FOR A BED? > > > I REALISED THE FAMILIES, > > THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, > > OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS, > > WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. > > > SOON ROUND 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 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 NIGHT'S CHILL. > > > I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE, > > ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, > > THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR, > > 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 WATCH, > AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. > > "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, > AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." > This poem was written by a Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. > The following is his request. I think it is reasonable > > > PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? > Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. > Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. > Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. > Please, do your small part to plant this small seed. > > BE QUICK BEFORE THE POLITICIANS GIVE CHRISTMAS AWAY TO > THE VERY PEOPLE THE SOLDIERS ARE OUT THERE FIGHTING >
Soldiers are pawns in politicians games , real men of honour controlled by egotistical fools with no courage or morals whatever party they come from. Ones heart goes out to all the soldiers sailors and airmen and their families long may they protect us to live our privileged lives lets appreciate their effort and sacrifice and try to live for others as well.
brilliant. as the father of a RAF Officer (girl) who is married to a Royal Logistics bomb disposal officer, both recently returned from Afghan, this resonates brilliantly to me.
Peace-keeping forces throughout the world do a marvellous job, and although they volunteered to take on the work they do, we sometimes forget the sacrifices they have to make - good poem.
