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Title: For those who stand watch whilst we sleep
Posted by: Young Bachuil
Date: 15 December 2006

Cousin Bob sent me this. I post it here to thank all those who serve us in all sorts of different ways: the forces, the rescue services, medical, transport etc.

`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,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I found the house of a soldier, once I could 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 British Soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read,
Curled up on a poncho , the floor for a bed.
I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, children would play,
And grown ups 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 continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
And we both shivered from the cold nights chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honour so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered "Carry on Santa, its Christmas Day all is secure."
One look at my watch, I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all good night

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Title:Date:Posted By:
For those who stand watch whilst we sleep15 December 2006Young Bachuil
   For those who stand watch whilst we sleep15 December 2006Jill Richmond

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