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Now then...I know that many on here have served, or have loved ones that served or are serving. You may have seen this before. The poem below is variously rumoured to have been written by a US Marine in Japan or a British soldier on peacekeeping duties. Which, matters not I think. Before we all get caught up in the magic of Christmas, please spare a thought for those families who will not spend the holidays together because one or more of them is away on Operations. 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 true british soldier (or A united states soldier - Take your choices!) 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 for 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."
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Somehow or other - April 27th brought 4 threads celebrating my three months and my birthday. Thank you all very much :wub: Best present of the year was my title. Yes - I am now officially a Laird. That is to say a Scottish Land owner. I believe that I now own a whole square foot of Argyll. The Aristocracy at last! In return - the owner of the rest of the estate gets to ask me for money for refurbishment, conservation, restocking the wine cellar and indeed anything else that he needs. I, of course have the right to politely refuse. :angry: I have given this much thought, and have decided that you need not address me by title, or bow, or curtsey...(well not too often anyway :rolleyes: ) I have been around a little less over the last few days. This is for a variety of reasons. 1. I have been doing some reading - and looking at my personal productivity - I need to manage my time carefully. 2. The sun has been out and the golf course open ;) 3. La Bandita said something that shook me the other day; "Smoking? Never think about it unless YOU mention it" I think about smoking EVERY DAY. La Bandita quit a few days after me - and was therefore quit 3 months on May 1. While I was spending lots of time on places like here, La B was simply moving on. For all of the above - I am rationing my time here a little more. I will still be around every day - and will chip in from time to time - but if you don't hear from me - don't worry, I'm just off enjoying the new energy gifted to me by quitting smoking. B)
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......Enthusiasm Positive Energy brings Positive Energy It's contagious. Is it only me? But I am sitting here this afternoon.. :D This morning I was.. :angry: So - to Album (and his harem :wub: of lovely mod ladies) THANK YOU!
