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ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

#1
IT WAS 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 THE 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 LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

I REALISED 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 ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

THE VERY THOUGH 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. 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 SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA ITS 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'



THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED OVERSEAS
THE FOLLOWING IS HIS REQUEST I THINK IT IS REASONABLE.


PLEASE WOULD YOU DO ME THE KIND FAVOUR OF SENDING THIS TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN

CHRISTMAS WILL BE COMING SOON AND SOME CREDIT IS DUE TO OUR BRITISH SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN FOR OUR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE THESE FESTIVITIES.
LETS TRY IN THIS SMALL WAY TO PAY A TINY BIT BACK OF WHAT WE OWE!






SJT MARK ISHERWOOD

PSI

Yorkshire Rifles Platoon

D COY

5RRF


Well, that's got me going on a Monday morn!
 
#4
Aarrrrrrrggghhh

Please just

FCUK OFF

with this shite.
 
#6
What they are trying to say Redblitz is, it's been posted many, many times and it's getting a bit tedious.

Don't take offence.
 
#7
Thanks for that WT.

I was starting to think there was some right miserable cnuts on here! :twisted:

Email i got started on the 18th.

Apologies for boring the rest of you who have already seen it!
 
#8
"It was Christmas Day in the Barracks,
The Day of all the year,
The Ruperts were drinking whisky,
And the Squaddies were drinking beer.

Then up spoke the Sergeant Major,
He shouted above their calls,
"I wish you a Merry Christmas",
But the Squaddies answered "Balls".

This daunted the SM's courage,
And he swore by all the Gods,
They'd have no Christmas Pudding,
The lousy lot of Sods.

Then up spoke one of the Squaddies,
With a face like moulded brass,
You can keep your Christmas Pudding,
And stick it up your A*se!

(You can't beat the old uns!! :lol: )
 
#9
I much prefer Barces poem, the other one was while very well intentioned rather vomit inducing. Over sugared and probably not written in a ops log
 
#10
redblitz said:
Thanks for that WT.

I was starting to think there was some right miserable cnuts on here! :twisted:

Email i got started on the 18th.

Apologies for boring the rest of you who have already seen it!
It's not boring - it's fcuking emetic!
 

elovabloke

ADC
Moderator
#11
Not sure why it's come into RAC either - good reason or arrse hole?
 
#12
BarceBandit said:
"It was Christmas Day in the Barracks,
The Day of all the year,
The Ruperts were drinking whisky,
And the Squaddies were drinking beer.

Then up spoke the Sergeant Major,
He shouted above their calls,
"I wish you a Merry Christmas",
But the Squaddies answered "Balls".

This daunted the SM's courage,
And he swore by all the Gods,
They'd have no Christmas Pudding,
The lousy lot of Sods.

Then up spoke one of the Squaddies,
With a face like moulded brass,
You can keep your Christmas Pudding,
And stick it up your A*se!

(You can't beat the old uns!! :lol: )
They seized the Sergeant-Major,
Though he fought with might and main,
But they cut his private parts off,
And flushed them down the drain.
 

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