In loving appreciation of the countless Americans who have and continued to serve in the Armed Forces, and those who gave their life
for their country. Your sacrifices will never be forgotten. We look forward to the day you come home. God bless and keep you always, and
God Bless America.
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 eye 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"
"Its 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 sisters and brothers
who stand at the front against any and all,
to insure 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.
Their "tough" Royal Guard
man how they must of took flight
As Saddam leaped from his throne
and ran scared through the night
He musta moved fast
during that shock an awe blast
and he didn't care about his sons
as they fell to their last. (wink)
"He left his countrymen unfed"
is what will be said,
and "some thought he was dead
when bombs rained on his head."
--But he didn't give a hoot
when he split with the loot.
??Where's the millions of dollars
you murdin' old coot??
Now they say he was found
near his old boyhood town;
The home of this "elite"
was a place called "Tikreet"
Yeaaahh, he was down in some tunnel
just burrowing around.
Like a rat in a celler;
like an ol' kerrdog hound
The 4th infantry found him,
as he sat there in shudder...
He was munchin on chocolate
and ate stank peanut butter
But they gave him a break...
no grenade did they throw
But if the tables were turned
why he'd of put on a show
Why you'd see hands and heads fall
from the sabres swift blow
and "the feet goes in first"
watching one dying of thirst
Ohh The murdering butcher
proved a big coward skipper
(wonder who supplied him
with that terrible "wood chipper"?)
Say "so long" to the monster
this bad American hater...
--his kids are no more
and he's no longer dictator
His countries in shambles
His troops almost dead
"Saddams been handed over..."
so the media said
And he's going to stand trial
like a Nazi Sieg Heil
with some other Ba'ath members
who no longer smile
Surely the press knew him
with all their pythian smiles
how could thy not know
of his bad work n style?
Their cameras they rolled
through this rulers long miles
How weird they kept secret
the tapes of his wiles??
Now if I was the leader
of ole Babylon town
I tear down the bricks
where this coward was crowned
And the place wouldn't be fit
for neither a hawk nor a hound..
---Nope never again ...
would his name ever be found
He'd not get one single mention
not one letter towards fame
No more would you hear of
Mr. Saddam Hussein
You wouldn't hear a whisper;
not even in disgraceful proclaim..
I'd prohibit the mention
of that "fearless" insane
I'd remove the sight of his face
from every corner n space----
I'd dismantle it brother
His memory I would smother
He'd share no place
with Nebuchanezzar on a wall,
I'd topple each brick
until I got em all,
And all of his palaces
each one they would fall
I'd burn up those images
in a big fireball...
?You know that one image--
the one they couldn't get down??
The idol they out a cable on,
in the middle of that town??
Why I'd make a decree,
that there'd be no false idols
and write it in all languages
and big Arabic titles.
I'd mke sure it was known
throughout the whole land
and I staple it on up
on every post in the sand...
Hey... Merry Christmas in Iraq
to ALL of our soldiers
Keep fighting for freedom
with our flag on your shoulders...
>>>England your brave<<<
Your troops tall in their stance
But guys don't turn your back
on the country name France
And to all of you others,
in Michael's band through the land
>>FIGHT ANY DICTATOR<<
who attempts the sole stand.
Silver Spurs Flying Our Nation's Flag in the vicinity of Baghdad, Iraq - 4 Jul 2008 Via CW3 Michael Montoya Jr.
Jesus is the reason for this Season
In all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, we all too often forget the real reason for this season.
Jesus
With out JESUS,
There would be no shopping days,
No bright lights on houses and streets, and Christmas trees.
No Christmas cookies,
Or piles of gifts,
And most of all no close friends like you and you're Family to share the Holidays with;
