Posted by
Marshall on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 4:54:23 PM
I received this poem by e-mail and thought it deserved a post here, because they DO matter very greatly, to me.
A poem by:
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction
Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
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.
So that your
family can sleep without fright.
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 and
so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
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,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand
at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will
not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
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."