Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS

Yesterday while shopping I saw a little green toy Soldier with a tag tied to its foot saying, "Bring me home for Christmas." Someone had put this together and was placing them on shelves at stores in our town.
My first thought was, "Oh yes", then I remembered that if they weren't over there fighting, we may not have a home for long.
"Heavenly Father bless and protect our brave troops and give guidance and wisdom to our nation's leaders. Amen"

This morning I visited GM Roper and found this poem.

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 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, 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 sleve, 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, " it's really alright, 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, I'm proud to stand here like my father's before me.
My gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," then he sighed, "thats a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam, and now it's 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 being alone, away from my family my house and my home.
I can can stand at my post in the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another, or laydown 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 alright."
"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.

It's payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."