Monday, December 24, 2012

A Soldier's Christmas Night Before Christmas by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt

Let us not forget those that will not be able to be here with us because of wars.

This is from the Disabled American Veterans. There is no title but I call it  'A Soldier's Night Before Christmas' and it was written by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt.

Twas 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 house did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle,just boots filled with sand,
and on the wall pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds.a sobering thought came to mind.
For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,
the home of a soldier, now I 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 United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who are willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed their freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help but wonder how many lay 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 soon drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I started to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
and we both shivered from the cold evening'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 ws right.
"Merry Christmas my friends and to all a good night."


I hope I'm not the only one crying my eyes out.

1 comment:

dolphin said...

Merry Christmas my friends and to all a good night, too.