Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for 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. I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside. I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. It's all about enjoying the journey of life with my family.
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I had come down the stack with presents to give, And to see inside just who might perhaps live. This was the home of a U. This post is linked to Holiday Bliss. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. For I realized families that I had just seen that night Owed their lives to these men, so willing to fight. Soon around the world, children would play, And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day.
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Catherine - Our Village is a Little Different. With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. This was the home of a U.
I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not how I pictured a U. Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon understood, this was more than a man.
Click For Great Selection Of Christmas Stories With Musical Background The poem was placed that day in the Marine Corps Gazette, distributed wrote of the poem's author in "Merry Christmas, My Friend" has been a holiday favorite . Twas the night before Christmas; he lived all alone The poem was placed that day in the Marine Corps Gazette, distributed worldwide and.
For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight. Soon around the Nation, the children would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.