Archive for December, 2012

2012 in review

December 31, 2012

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,800 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 8 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.



December 14, 2012

I just opened my newsletter, “CALL ME SPEARHEAD..!”  This is a publication for the Association of 3 rd Armored Division Veterans.  I served with the Third Armored Division during 1955-1957.  I want to share this poem with my readers.

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas The 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,

On The Wall Hung Pictures

Of Far Distant Lands.

With Medals And Badges,

Awards Of All Kinds,

A Sober Thought

Came Through My Mind.

For This House Was Different,

It Was Dark And Dreary,

I Found The Home Of A Soldier,

Once I Could See Clearly.

The Soldier Lay Sleeping,

Silent, Alone.

Curled Up On The Floor

In This One Bedroom Home.

The Face Was So Gentle,

The  Room In Such Disorder,

Not How I Pictured

A United States Soldier.

Was This The Hero

Of Whom I’d Just Read?

Curled Up On A  Poncho,

The Floor For A Bed?

I Realized The Families

That I Saw This Night,

Owed Their Lives To These

Soldiers 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 Soldiers,

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 Soldier 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, and My Corps.”

The Soldier Rolled Over

And 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 Night’s Chill.

I Didn’t Want To Leave

On That Cold, Dark, Night,

This Guardian Of Honor

So Willing To Fight.

Then The Soldier 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.”


Let’s all remember our soldiers serving at home and in  foreign lands, protecting the freedoms we enjoy.  Offer a prayer to a God, who protects one and all.