>This came in "over the transom" by email ...
>
> It's a little early, but I wanted to share...
>
> A Different Christmas Poem
>
> The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
> I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
> My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
> My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
> Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
> Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
> The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
> Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
> My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
> Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
> In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
> So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
>
> The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
> But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
> Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
> Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the
> snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
> And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
> Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
> A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
>
> A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
> Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
> Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
> Standing watch over me, and my wife and my
> child. "What are you doing?" I asked without
> fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
> Put down your pack, brush the snow from your
> sleeve, You should be at home on a cold
> Christmas Eve!"
>
> For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
> Away from the cold and the snow blown in
> drifts. To the window that danced with a
> warm fire's light, Then he sighed and he said
> "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm
> here every night."
> "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
> That separates you from the darkest of times.
> No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm
> proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
> My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
> Then he sighed, "that's a Christmas 'Gram
> always remembers." My dad stood his watch
> in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn
> and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in
> more than a while, But my wife sends me
> pictures, he's sure got her smile.
>
> Then he bent and he carefully pulled from
> his bag, The red, white, and blue ... an American flag.
> I can live through the cold and the being alone,
> Away from my family, my house and my home. I
> can stand at my post through the rain and the
> sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
> I can carry the weight of killing another,
> Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
> Who stand at the front against any and all,
> To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
>
> "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
> Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
>
> "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
> "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a
> feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done,
> For being away from your wife and your son."
>
> Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
> "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
> To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
> To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
> For when we come home, either standing or dead,
> To know you remember we fought and we bled.
> Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
> That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
> * * * * *
> PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of
> sending this to as many people as you can?
> Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due
> to our US 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.
>
>
>
> LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
> 30th Naval Construction Regiment
> OIC, Logistics Cell One
> Al Taqqadum, Iraq