Declaration of Independence

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. - That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Military Christmas

            My VIP for this week is the American soldier, airman, sailor, marine, etc. My mind
for several days has been with the men and women in the Armed Services who were away from home for Christmas because they were somewhere protecting America. I recognize and appreciate their sacrifices in behalf of me and my family.

            I remain in the Christmas mode even though I know that it is nearing time to be back in the real world. However, I found this story about a soldier in my Christmas box and wanted to share it. I know the dear friend that gave it to me because we both had sons in the military at the time. The title of the story is “A Soldier’s Christmas.” The author is unknown to me.

It 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 such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled upon on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized 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 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 watch, and I knew he was right,
“Merry Christmas, my friend, and to all a Good Night!”

            My son was away from home and family for one Christmas. It was a sacrifice for both he and his family. I know a little of the sacrifices made by military personnel and others who stand guard around the world. I want to thank each of them for the opportunity to live my life in peace and safety. Thank you!

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