<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Marine's poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, <br>HE LIVED ALL ALONE, <br>IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF<br>PLASTER AND STONE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY<br>WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, <br>AND TO SEE JUST WHO<br>IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, <br>A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, <br>NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, <br>NOT EVEN A TREE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, <br>JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, <br>ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES<br>OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, <br>AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, <br>A SOBER THOUGHT<br>CAME THROUGH MY MIND.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, <br>IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, <br>I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, <br>ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, <br>SILENT, ALONE, <br>CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR<br>IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, <br>THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, <br>NOT HOW I PICTURED<br>A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? <br>CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? <br>I REALIZED THE FAMILIES<br>THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, <br>OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS<br>WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOON ROUND THE WORLD, <br>THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, <br>AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE<br>A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM<br>EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, <br>BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, <br>LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I COULDN'T HELP WONDER<br>HOW MANY LAY ALONE, <br>ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE<br>IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE VERY THOUGHT<br>BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, <br>I DROPPED TO MY KNEES<br>AND STARTED TO CRY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER AWAKENED<br>AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, <br>'SANTA DON'T CRY, <br>THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, <br>I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, <br>MY LIFE IS MY GOD, <br>MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER<br>AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP, <br>I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, <br>I CONTINUED TO WEEP.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, <br>SO SILENT AND STILL<br>AND WE BOTH SHIVERED<br>FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE<br>ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, <br>THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR<br>SO WILLING TO FIGHT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, <br>WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, <br>WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA, <br>IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raine+Gillespie">Raine Gillespie</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542944" data-title="A Marine's poem de Raine Gillespie" data-description="T'WAS 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 HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID S..."></div> </div> </div>

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