Some Christmas Help.

Discussion in 'Aviation' started by MightyGem, Dec 1, 2008.

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  1. The Daily Mail has a readers contributions column called "Peterborough". Readers are invited to contribute anecdotes, jokes, observations and so on. It also includes a "Poem of The Day".

    For the past three years I've sent in the Soldier's version of "It Was The Night Before Christmas", but to no avail.

    So, this year I'm thinking that it's time for a Maximum Effort. If you've a mind to, please send it to:

    Many thanks.

    ‘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 whom, 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 professional 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 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 honour, 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. spare me
  3. rolffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
  4. Please allow me a Yuletide BARRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!!!!!

    That's better.
  5. Well i just can't believe that that beautiful piece of prose hasn't been printed!

    as they say in Yorkshire, "what a load of old shite"
  6. As I said last year, If I awoke and found a bearded stranger weeping by my bed I'm not sure my initial reactions would be as laid back as the soldier in the poem.
    But to be fair to the poster, MightyGem, there is nowt wrong with the sentiments and I will help with his request.
  7. I can't imagine for one minute why that hasn't been printed! :pukel:

    I also wouldn't admit to too many people you read the Daily Mail! :roll:
  8. To all our British Soldiers past and present,
    We pray that you are safe .

    Glory to the British Flag, long may she wave
    So many have been covered with her when they've
    gone to their grave

    So many of us have taken for granted that our
    freedom will always be
    We tend to forget those who have kept that
    right for you and for me

    A British Soldier will stand and fight all night to
    keep us from harm
    While some of us sit at home and refuse to
    lift an arm

    Some sit around and complain all day how
    wrong this war must be
    While a British Soldier pushes that aside to continue
    to fight for you and me

    Some sit around and complain about the food
    their going to eat
    While a British Soldier works straight through
    hungry and weary on his feet

    While you sit around and complain about what
    you have or where you live
    Remember what a British Soldier somewhere for you is
    about to give

    A Soldier stands tall and proud and ready for
    the fight
    We must stand strong behind them through
    their hard and arduous plight
    'The British Flag still
    stands for Freedom and they can't take that away'
    So give Thanks to our British Soldiers at christmas who are also
    out there each and every day

  9. Fuck off Chubb. We don't need your copy and pasted false sentiment.
  10. Oh well, one can only ask.