For The Sacrifices That This Warrior Has Made
Now All Alone And By Himself
He Asks For No Pity For The Job That He Was Asked To Do
A Marine Christmas
T'was The Night Before Christmas He Lived All Alone
In One Bedroom House Made Entirely Of Stone
I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give
To See Just Who In This House Did Live
As I Looked All About A Strange Sight Did I See
No Tinsel No Presents Not Even A Tree
No Stocking By The Fire Just Boots Filled With Sand
On A Wall Hung Pictures Of A Far Distant Land
With Medals And Badges Awards Of All Kinds
A Sobering Thought Came To My Mind
For This House Was Different Unlike Any I'd Seen
This Was The Home Of A US Marine
I'd Heard Stories About Them And Had To See More
So I Walked Down The Hall And Pushed Open The Door
There He Lay Sleeping Silent And Alone
Curled Up On The Floor Of His One Bedroom Home
He Seemed So Gentle His Face So Serene
Not At All How I'd Pictured A US Marine
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read
Curled Up In His Poncho A Floor For His Bed?
His Head Was Clean Shaven His Weathered Face Tan
And I Soon Understood This Was More Than A Man
For I Realized The Families I'd Seen Tonight
Owed There Lives To These Men Who Were Willing To Fight
Soon Around The Nation The Children Would Play
And Grown Ups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day
They Enjoyed Freedom Each Week And Year
Because Of Marines Like This One Right Here
I Couldn't Help But Wonder How Many Lay Alone
On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home
The Thought Brought A Prideful Tear To My Eye
I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry
He Must Have Wakened For I Heard A Rough Voice
"Santa, Don't Cry This Is My Choice
I Fight For Freedom Don't Ask For More
My Life Is My God My Country My Corps"
With That He Rolled Over And Drifted Off To Sleep
I Couldn't Control It And Continued To Weep
I Watched Him For Hours So Silent And Still
I Noticed He Shivered From The Cold Night's Chill
I Took Off My Jacket The One Made Of Red
I Covered This Marine From His Toe To His Head
Then I Put On His T-Shirt Of Scarlet And Gold
With Eagle Globe And Anchor Emblazoned So Bold
"Oh Santa It's Christmas And The Country Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
Though It Barely Fit Me I Swelled With Pride
For One Shining Moment I Was A Marine Inside
I Didn't Want To Leave Him So Quiet In The Night
The Guardian Of Honor So Willing To Fight
But Half Asleep He Rolled Over And Said So Pure
"Carry On Santa It's Christmas And The Country Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
Merry Christmas My Friend Semper Fi And Good Night
Author Unknown
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In One Bedroom House Made Entirely Of Stone
I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give
To See Just Who In This House Did Live
As I Looked All About A Strange Sight Did I See
No Tinsel No Presents Not Even A Tree
No Stocking By The Fire Just Boots Filled With Sand
On A Wall Hung Pictures Of A Far Distant Land
With Medals And Badges Awards Of All Kinds
A Sobering Thought Came To My Mind
For This House Was Different Unlike Any I'd Seen
This Was The Home Of A US Marine
I'd Heard Stories About Them And Had To See More
So I Walked Down The Hall And Pushed Open The Door
There He Lay Sleeping Silent And Alone
Curled Up On The Floor Of His One Bedroom Home
He Seemed So Gentle His Face So Serene
Not At All How I'd Pictured A US Marine
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read
Curled Up In His Poncho A Floor For His Bed?
His Head Was Clean Shaven His Weathered Face Tan
And I Soon Understood This Was More Than A Man
For I Realized The Families I'd Seen Tonight
Owed There Lives To These Men Who Were Willing To Fight
Soon Around The Nation The Children Would Play
And Grown Ups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day
They Enjoyed Freedom Each Week And Year
Because Of Marines Like This One Right Here
I Couldn't Help But Wonder How Many Lay Alone
On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home
The Thought Brought A Prideful Tear To My Eye
I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry
He Must Have Wakened For I Heard A Rough Voice
"Santa, Don't Cry This Is My Choice
I Fight For Freedom Don't Ask For More
My Life Is My God My Country My Corps"
With That He Rolled Over And Drifted Off To Sleep
I Couldn't Control It And Continued To Weep
I Watched Him For Hours So Silent And Still
I Noticed He Shivered From The Cold Night's Chill
I Took Off My Jacket The One Made Of Red
I Covered This Marine From His Toe To His Head
Then I Put On His T-Shirt Of Scarlet And Gold
With Eagle Globe And Anchor Emblazoned So Bold
"Oh Santa It's Christmas And The Country Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
Though It Barely Fit Me I Swelled With Pride
For One Shining Moment I Was A Marine Inside
I Didn't Want To Leave Him So Quiet In The Night
The Guardian Of Honor So Willing To Fight
But Half Asleep He Rolled Over And Said So Pure
"Carry On Santa It's Christmas And The Country Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
Merry Christmas My Friend Semper Fi And Good Night
Author Unknown
Recommend Raskys Site To A Friend!
COPYRIGHT © 2000-
RASKY'S VIETNAM MEMORIAL
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Recommend Raskys Site To A Friend!
RASKY'S VIETNAM MEMORIAL
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED