Twas the Night Before...(a tribute)

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  1. carpro

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    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 Home 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,
    And On The Wall Pictures
    Of Far Distant Lands.

    With Medals And Badges,
    Awards Of All Kinds,
    A Sobering Thought
    Came To My Mind.

    For This House Was Different,
    So Dark And So Dreary,
    The Home Of A Marine,
    Now I Could See Clearly.

    The Marine Lay Sleeping,
    Silent, Alone,
    Curled Up On The Floor
    In This One Bedroom Home.

    The Room In Disorder
    The Face So Serene,
    Not How I Pictured
    A United States Marine.

    Was This The Hero
    Of Whom I'd Just Read?
    Curled Up On A Poncho,
    The Floor For A Bed?

    I Realized The Families
    Hat I Saw This Night,
    Owed Their Lives To These Marines
    Who Were Willing To Fight.

    Soon Round The World,
    The Children Would Play,
    And Grownups Would Celebrate
    A Bright Christmas Day.

    They All Enjoyed Freedom
    Each Month Of The Year,
    Because Of The Marines,
    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 Marine 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 Marine Rolled Over
    And Soon 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 Evening's Chill.

    I Didn't Want To Leave
    On That Cold, Dark, Night,
    This Guardian Of Honor
    So Willing To Fight.

    Then The Marine Rolled Over,
    With A Voice Soft And Pure,
    Whispered, "carry On Santa,
    It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

    One Look At My Watch,
    And I Knew He Was Right.
    "merry Christmas My Friend,
    And To All A Good Night."

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