
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 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 amoment 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 standat 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 backinside," 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, andnever
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."
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
U.S.servicemen and women for our
being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let'stry in this small
way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people
Stop and think of our heroes,
living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for
Us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq