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How I Remember Christmas
Greetings,
I realize that most of you will be reading this after you've had your big Christmas dinners and after you've unwrapped your gifts. For those of you who haven't, I ask that you take a moment to read this poem, and keep in you hearts and minds those who are away from their families and on the ground in Bosnia, Afghanistan, on a submarine in the Pacific, or on a carrier in the Mediterranian Sea, or in any one of the many countries where past and present Presidents have sent our soldiers. The first reading is a poem titled 'On Christmas Day All Is Secure', and the second is from Father D.E. O'Brien. I got these off of Hackworth.com, which is a site I recommend for anyone who's concerned about our military.
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No stockings by the mantle, just boots filled with sand,
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
I realized the families that I saw this night
Soon round the world, the children would play,
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right, - Major Bruce Lovely, U.S. Army, adapted from a similar poem, Anonymous
Who gives us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the reporter,
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,
It is the soldier who serves beneath the flag, I hope you remember all of those who've served, who've died, and who've never been heard from again, who so willingly sacrificed himself so that we may enjoy another Christmas, free from the oppression of a tyrannical power. I know I will. "We've inhereted freedom from all of those who've fought for it. We all have the freedom to spread the word, even me." - Solid Snake, talking to Raiden, Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty
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