Soldier of Honour

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  1. This is something I got from a friends email. I thought it was quite appropriate as we are coming up to Christmas.



    '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 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 BRITISH 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, 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."
     
  2. :eek: So santa left without giving a present? :eek:
     
  3. What would you do if you woke up in the middle of the night and found an old boy with a big beard, dressed in a red cape and black boots crying by your bedside. I'm not sure my response would be as laid back as the soldier in that rather touching poem.
     
  4. AND SANTA SAID "SOLDIER
    WHAT REGIMENT YOU IN?"
    AND THE SOLDIER SAID
    "DROP YOUR KEKS AND BEND OVER AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHICH BLINKIN REGIMENT MATE, BRIGADE OF GUARDS SINCE YOU ASKED, AND NO, MY NAME'S NOT TOMMY BL00DY ATKINS, WHAT THE BL00DY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING SNEAKING IN HERE AND LOOKING AT ME WHILE I AM SLEEPING YOU DIRTY OLD PERVERT, I'LL GIVE YOU THE BROWN STAR MATE, JUST SO YOU KNOW NOT TO MESS AROUND WITH A SOLDIER AGAIN , YOU SENTIMENTAL OLD TOSSER, YOURE ONLY GAY IF YOU TAKE IT YOU KNOW, NOW, BRACE BRACE BRACE......."
     
  5. Not quite the response I had in mind but I get your point.
     
  6. wasnb't replying as such, probably tapping away at the same time as you were, it just came out that way, but I think you are right, whether a randy "I'm not gay really" guardsman or not, said soldier would certainly have given Santa the one-fingered-briefing......
     
  7. Class, sheer class!
     
  8. thankyou sir, *blushes demurely*