>"It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

[flash911]

>"It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
>
>T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone, In A One Bedroom
>House, Made Of Plaster And Stone.
>I Had Come Down The Chimney, With Presents To Give, And To See Just Who, In
>This Home Did Live.
>I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See, No Tinsel, No Presents, Not
>Even A Tree.
>No Stocking By The Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand, On The Wall Hung
>Pictures, Of Far Distant Lands.
>With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds, A Sober Thought, Came Through
>My Mind.
>For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary, I Found The Home Of A
>Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.
>The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone, Curled Up On The Floor, In This
>One Bedroom Home.
>The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder, Not How I Pictured, A
>lone British Soldier.
>Was This The Hero, Of Whom I'd Just Read?, Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor
>For A Bed?
>I Realized The Families, That I Saw This Night, Owed Their Lives To These
>Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight.
>Soon Round The World, The Children Would Play, And Grownups Would
>Celebrate, A Bright Christmas Day.
>They All Enjoyed Freedom, Each Month Of The Year, Because Of The Soldiers,
>Like The One Lying Here.
>I Couldn't Help Wonder, How Many Alone, On A Cold Christmas Eve, In A Land
>Far From Home.
>The Very Thought Brought, A Tear To My Eye, I Dropped To My Knees, And
>Started To Cry.
>The Soldier Awakened, And I Heard A Rough Voice, "Santa, Don't Cry, This
>Life Is My Choice.
>I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More, My Life Is My God, My Country,
>My Corps."
>The Soldier Rolled Over, And Drifted To Sleep, I Couldn't Control It, I
>Continued To Weep.
>I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still, And We Both sat & Shivered,
>From The Cold Night's Chill.
>I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold, Dark Night, This Guardian Of Honor,
>So Willing To Fight.
>Then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice, Soft And Pure, Whispered,
>"Carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
>One Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right, "Merry Christmas My Friend,
>And To All A Good Night."
>
>This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The
>following is his request. I think it is reasonable. 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 British 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. From all at forcespenpals.co.uk

[carlton_mad]

what a cool poem our lads are the best in the world !!!!!!!!!

[melinx]

>"It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
>
>T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone, In A One Bedroom
>House, Made Of Plaster And Stone.
>I Had Come Down The Chimney, With Presents To Give, And To See Just Who, In
>This Home Did Live.
>I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See, No Tinsel, No Presents, Not
>Even A Tree.
>No Stocking By The Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand, On The Wall Hung
>Pictures, Of Far Distant Lands.
>With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds, A Sober Thought, Came Through
>My Mind.
>For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary, I Found The Home Of A
>Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.
>The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone, Curled Up On The Floor, In This
>One Bedroom Home.
>The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder, Not How I Pictured, A
>lone British Soldier.
>Was This The Hero, Of Whom I'd Just Read?, Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor
>For A Bed?
>I Realized The Families, That I Saw This Night, Owed Their Lives To These
>Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight.
>Soon Round The World, The Children Would Play, And Grownups Would
>Celebrate, A Bright Christmas Day.
>They All Enjoyed Freedom, Each Month Of The Year, Because Of The Soldiers,
>Like The One Lying Here.
>I Couldn't Help Wonder, How Many Alone, On A Cold Christmas Eve, In A Land
>Far From Home.
>The Very Thought Brought, A Tear To My Eye, I Dropped To My Knees, And
>Started To Cry.
>The Soldier Awakened, And I Heard A Rough Voice, "Santa, Don't Cry, This
>Life Is My Choice.
>I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More, My Life Is My God, My Country,
>My Corps."
>The Soldier Rolled Over, And Drifted To Sleep, I Couldn't Control It, I
>Continued To Weep.
>I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still, And We Both sat & Shivered,
>From The Cold Night's Chill.
>I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold, Dark Night, This Guardian Of Honor,
>So Willing To Fight.
>Then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice, Soft And Pure, Whispered,
>"Carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
>One Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right, "Merry Christmas My Friend,
>And To All A Good Night."
>
>This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The
>following is his request. I think it is reasonable. 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 British 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. From all at forcespenpals.co.uk

Time to remember this one again ?

[Johnraka]

I would say so...

Superb...

[Gorfinkle]

Excellent, time to spread this to VODC and many other forums i think, nice one Flash

[Rusty Arches]

Stuff like this puts everything else in perspective

While we whinge about petrol/gas bill/poll tax etc these guys/girls

are fighting for their lives, here,s to them this christmas