Its Christmas Day All Is Secure

 

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 The 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 Lone 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 Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year

Because Of The Soldiers Like The One Lying Here

I Couldn't Help Wonder How Many Alone

On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home

 

The Very Though 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 Sat And Shivered From The Cold Nights Chill

I Didn't 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 Its 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 Peace Keeping 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 Our British Service Men And Women For Our Being Able To Celebrate These Festivities.

Lets Try In This Small Way To Pay A Tiny Bit Back Of What We Owe!

f***ing amen that :cry: :cry: :bow: :bow:

:cry:

 

God Bless them!

 

:bow: :bow:

As an ex-serviceman that brought a tear to my eyes

As an ex-serviceman that brought a tear to my eyes

 

 

Yep. there is a lot wrong with country, a lot right, but the treatment of our servicement is shocking.

 

Ive had a check up on my old unit and of the 30 or so guys 21 can be traced and 5 of them are strugling to find work, 2 of them are mentaly strugling (I wouldnt say Ill but you get my drift). 1 is having to be helped out by the army benelovant fund. I am about to email my mates about this and see if we can at least pay his rent for the winter between us. 3 are millionaires and dont reside in teh UK. Funny that.