[Loch-Ruadh] Just wanted to share, what with the holydays just around the corner

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Tue Nov 14 14:56:51 PST 2006



                                           thank you   wolfie

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to the kingdom and ,
the one from who all blessings flow


> [Original Message]
> From: CL Nurmi <cnurmi at sbcglobal.net>
> To: <padraig_ruad at irishbard.org>; Shire of Loch Ruadh, Kingdom of
Ansteorra, SCA,  Inc. <loch-ruadh at lists.ansteorra.org>
> Date: 11/14/2006 12:05:19 PM
> Subject: [Loch-Ruadh] Just wanted to share,what with the holydays just
around the corner
>
>                       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 U.S 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
>
>
>
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