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December 21, 2011

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3rd Armored Division

I proudly served in the 3rd Armored Division 1955-1957 .  I know what it is to experience being away from family during the Christmas season.  A few years ago I joined The Association of 3rd Armored Division Veterans.  I just received my latest publication from the organization and want to share the following poem (Author Unknown):

“A Soldier’s Silent Night”

‘Twas the night before Christmas, they 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 dwelling did live.

As I looked all around, a strange sight to see,

no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking on the mantle, just boots filled with sand.

On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

Medals and badges, awards of every kind,

a sobering thought came alive in my mind.

This house was different, it was dark, it was dreary,

I had found the home of a soldier I could see that most clearly,

The soldier lay sleeping silent, alone.

Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home,

the face was so gentle, room in such disorder,

Not at all how I pictured a U. S. soldier.

Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?

Curled up on a poncho, a floor for a bed?

Then I realized the other families that I saw this night

Out there lays the soldiers who are willing fo fight.

In the morning around the world, children would play

Grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day

But they all enjoyed freedom, each month throughout the year,

because of soldiers like the one lying there.

I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,

on a cold Christmas Eve, in lands far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye

and dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

The soldier awakened, I heard the 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 I adore.”

The soldier rolled over, and drafted to sleep,

I couldn’t control it, and I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,

as both of us shivered from the cold night’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave them on that cold, dark night,

these guardians of honor so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure,

and whispered “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”

One look at my watch and I knew they were right,

Merry Christmas my friend,

May God bless you this night.

As you celebrate this season the birth of Christ Jesus, please pause with me and give thanks to God for our men and women who join together to fight for the freedoms our great nation enjoy.

God bless all of you who have served in the past and those who are currently serving our nation.