A message in my e-mail

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Flash

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I have just read this e-mail after a day with family and its made me think not just of those troops in Afghanistan and Iraq, but of all troops not matter where they............

"It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

T'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 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 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 &
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."

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 favor 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. Let's try in this
small
way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. From all at forcespenpals.co.uk




Del Ashley
Overseas Maintainer
Serco Defence Science & Technology
Op Herrick
Camp Bastion
Afghanistan
BFPO 792

email: [email protected]
Mobile: +44 07841985054
 

Simon9

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Just FYI this was not written by a British soldier (as the e-mail hints at) and it is a very old poem that has been around a long time, at least 15 years. Every so often someone takes this poem and changes it and tries to pass it off as new in order to play on people's sentiments to send it around the web.
 

WAR

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This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas.

Well the soldiers at Afghanistan are not excatly on "Peace Keeping" mission. Their operation is of offensive nature, against what they call "the enemy of humanity".

If the gentleman soldier is missing so much in his life at this juncture where Christmas is three days away, I suggest that he should take leave and enjoy with his family, and get some peace of mind and soul.
 
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