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Posted: 12/17/2005 10:31:41 AM EDT
[Last Edit: 12/17/2005 2:49:06 PM EDT by ar10er]
Merry Christmas

May we be thankful....


by Michael Marks

I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,

And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,

My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home from school

I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.

The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,

And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,

No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.

And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,

Eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.

A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens

Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and

They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered

Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,

To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again


There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,

They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.

They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,

They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.

They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,

The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."

I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,

He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.

I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near

And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.

"There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight

Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,

To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,

Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall."

He looked at me as children do and said, "it's always right,

To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write."

And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,

To thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:

"God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back

Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.

The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,

You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay."

Michael Marks: "I freely submit this poem for reprint without

reservation--this is an open and grateful tribute to the

men and women who serve every day to keep our nation safe.
Link Posted: 12/17/2005 2:26:14 PM EDT
Link Posted: 12/17/2005 8:33:17 PM EDT

Originally Posted By ar10er:

Link Posted: 12/18/2005 3:40:20 AM EDT
Link Posted: 12/18/2005 4:05:54 AM EDT
Nice. A lot to be greatful this season!
Link Posted: 12/18/2005 4:16:52 AM EDT
I know my problems mean nothing. I remember when I was in the Corps & missing my family on Christmas. I wasn't in combat but being away sucked big time.

Thank you to all who keep my son & me safe. God bless you, & keep you.
Link Posted: 12/18/2005 5:48:49 AM EDT
No room on pg.2 for this BTT
Link Posted: 12/18/2005 1:09:14 PM EDT
One more bump.
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