Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Sands of Christmas

As I look outside on the first day of December, there is a steady flow of snow and Christmas is in the air. In this holiday season, we need to remember what truly matters: our families, our Country, our soldiers and our freedom. I will be posting different military poems throughout the season, and will be ranting as usual. I found this great poem here.

"The Sands of Christmas"

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 Dolphins 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 theTV 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 hummers 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 lean.They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, 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 MRE's.

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 about the things in life that really mean nothing at all, instead of wondering each day 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 home. 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.

3 Comments:

At 11:50 AM , Blogger Full-Auto said...

TT, I found this one a while ago authored by a woman who is married to a Marine. I thought it was really good:

LOVING A MARINE

Loving a Marine is not always gay
Loving him truly is a high price to pay.
It's being alone with nothing to hold,
It's being young, but feeling old.
It's loving him whisper his love for you,
It's whispering back, you love him too.
There's always a kiss and a promise for more,
As his ship slowly glides away from the shore.
Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
While you're dying inside from wanting him so.
Watching him leave with eyes filled with tears,
Standing alone with your hopes, dreams, and fears.
It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,
To a far away love, in a far away town.
It's going to church, to kneel and to pray,
And really meaning the things that you say.
Days go by - no mail for a spell,
You wait for some word to hear that he is well.
Then a letter arrives and you're given in,
To open this letter and read with a grin.
Yes, he is well and misses you so,
And filled with the love you wanted to know.
Weeks are like months, and months like years,
You wait for the day you'll have no more fears.
Days go by slowly - how many have passed?
Then suddenly you realize it's here at last!
Yes loving a Marine isn't much fun,
But it's worth the price when the battle is won.
And remember he is thnking of you every day,
He's sad, he's lonely, while so far away.
So love him and miss him and hold your head high,
Be strong and have faith - wipe that tear from your eye.
Your man is a Marine, like those who have gone before,
It's a high price to pay for loving a Marine!

 
At 11:54 AM , Blogger Tori said...

awwwwwww, I love it!

 
At 3:02 PM , Blogger supplymadam said...

Thanks for the tears.

 

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