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Friday Dec 05, 2008

AVery Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah and A Healthy, Peaceful 2009 to our USAb2c Family!

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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."

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