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Forum: Idea Exchange
Topic: Inspirational Stories
Topic Posted by: ModeratorOrganization: Bottom Line Underwriters, Inc.
Date Posted: Fri Feb 13 23:34:06 EST 1998
Topic Description: Sometimes, it all makes sense. See what people are sharing.
Original Message:
Posted by: Snuffy SmiffDate posted: Sat Feb 14 0:36:47 EST 1998
Subject: The Guardian (part II)
Message:
I realized the families I saw on 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 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 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 night's chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight.
