A Korean Christmas Carol Forwarded by Kathleen Hatch and others: T'was the night before Christmas and all through the tent, Was the smell of fuel oil, the stove pipe was bent. Their shoe pacs were hung by the stove with care, In the hopes that they'd issue each guy a new pair. The weary GI's were sacked out in their beds As visions of sugar babies danced in their heads. When up on the ridge line there rose such a clatter, A Chinese machine gun had started to chatter. I rushed for my rifle and thru back the bolt, The rest of my tent mates awoke with a jolt. Outside we could hear our platoon Sgt. Kelly, A hard little man with a little fat belly. "Come Yancy, come Clancey, come Conners and Dodson, Up Shiller, up Miller, up Burgess and Watson. Get up on that hill top and silence that Red, And don't you come back until you are sure he is dead." We tumbled outside in a swirl of confusion; So cold the guys could have used a transfusion. So putting his thumbs up beside of his nose, Sgt. Kelly took leave of us shivering Joes. But we all heard him say in a voice soft and light, "Merry Christmas to all, may you live through the night."