It's getting dusty in here!

B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#1
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

TWAS 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 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. 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'


HeHeHeHeheHe

Titter Titter Titter

I'm a cunt!
 
#3
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B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#6
Feck off the lot of yer.
 

CanteenCowboy

LE
Book Reviewer
#8
Arrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fucking sentimental dreary shit.........................................

We all know any real British soldier would be sleeping in a puddle of his own pish on Christmas Eve, and if woken by Santa would immediately go into schimf mode how Santa never brought him tha bike when he was ten years old..............................

Fucking hate this American shit every fucking year...............................................................
 
#10
What a great poem. This should be posted everywhere, every year. Hang on....
 

TheIronDuke

ADC
Book Reviewer
#16
I suspect you have not met many proper cunts. You should get out the house more. Take up a hobby. With me, being a cunt is a living. Which makes me a professional cunt. Fucking try this...

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn for a shot on the arse of me Mam,.
I've not seen my own son in more than awhile,
But when he gets back he is getting one right up the ricker
The cheeky little cunt.
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
But if I have to try and ryme ‘another with anything else I am going to go fucking postal.
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure forall time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Give me a minute, I really need a shite.
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
People as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate
these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
 
#17
I would make you a special triple-layered cunt (the word cunt made out of the word cunt themselves made out of the word cunt) but I can't be cunted.
 

TheIronDuke

ADC
Book Reviewer
#18
I would make you a special triple-layered cunt (the word cunt made out of the word cunt themselves made out of the word cunt) but I can't be cunted.
That is pretty well what the Jews said in the Warsaw Ghetto back in 1940. "Cant be arsed. I have chicken soup with Matzo balls on the back burner and Uncle Hyme said he might pop round for dinner. Please come back later".

If I were you I would be working on my triple-layered cunt. And mining the fucking sewers.
 
#19
I suspect you have not met many proper cunts. You should get out the house more. Take up a hobby. With me, being a cunt is a living. Which makes me a professional cunt. Fucking try this...

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn for a shot on the arse of me Mam,.
I've not seen my own son in more than awhile,
But when he gets back he is getting one right up the ricker
The cheeky little cunt.
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
But if I have to try and ryme ‘another with anything else I am going to go fucking postal.
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure forall time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Give me a minute, I really need a shite.
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
People as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate
these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
Just for that I'm going to smear dog shit on every Deltic's door handle.
 

B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#20
I have a lump in my throat!!! And it's not Jarrods cock!

I heard of you today, not in a usual way,
I heard of the courage you displayed today.

Then I heard of your death that has come at such an early age,
Leaving us to weep and be full of rage.

You gave the highest gift that anyone can ever present,
And with your gift we know why you were sent.

For you were born for a more noble purpose than most of us could ever bear,
And, if life were fair...

You would still be with us knowing of your valuable worth,
To all of us here on earth.

But in God's divine plan, you left us to be of service in his highest realm.
You now are guarding his streets and taking your helm.

To watch over and see that other's are safe,
And brought home to their families, to be face to face.

We are debt to you always for being so brave,
You were put here at this time to show us how to save.

A country that needed to be free,
And now we have the need to see...

You safe in God's arms, full of body and health,
And acknowledging that one's worth is not of wealth.

But in the life you have given for someone else.
So rest for a while and gather yourself.

For God's angels are always on duty,
And you have achieved this rare and distinct beauty.

We salute you with tears in our eyes,
Because we now have to say goodbye.

You are at home where you are meant to be,
And yes, don't worry, we won't stop until all are free.

Your life has shown us there is a higher price to be paid,
For the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Until we meet again,
Semper Fidelis...to our fallen Marine heros.
 

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