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 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."
"It's 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 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 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." ~Anon