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A Soldier's Christmas (OT)
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Posted by: _Hollywood_ on November 27, 2003 at 15:21:58
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A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, "What are you doing?" I asked without fear. For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, "My Gramps died at "Pearl on a day in December," "I've not seen my own son in more than a while, "I can live through the cold and being alone, "I can carry the weight of killing another, "So go back inside," he said "harbor no fright, "It seems all too little for all that you've done, To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, (Author Unknown) This is dedicated to all of our men and women in the United States Military.
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