A Soldier's Silent Night *link* / *mp3*

Heard the most saddest Christmas song on my way to work this morning.

I don’t really support the war that’s going on at the moment, but I will
give respect where it’s due to the men and women in the Military/Armed Forces

More on this song:
http://www.blackfive.net/main/2004/12/soldiers_silent.html

Link to MP3:
http://get.techademics.net/index.php?dir=open/&file=soldiers_silent_night.mp3

The voice of the person narrating/singing almost brought tears to my eyes.

Soldier’s Silent Night

"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.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for 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.”

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

Yes, but without the savage and aggressive foreign policy that the United States employs, they wouldn’t be in a far away land suffering, now would they?
I personally find this kind of propaganda disturbing, because it’s all based on “supporting our guys and gals” but really why do they even NEED to be there? They could be safe and happy and at home, and nothing would be different. Isn’t that a better way of supporting them? By not sending them to die for no particular reason whatsoever?

terrible.

I agree wtih solarian and the fact that it’s blatant propaganda. What is this, 1984?

No war is ever justified and the only form of government that works is none.

and that’s enough of my political philosophy for the day.

You can say nothing is justified when those soldiers are on the offence
but they’re Gods when on the defensive.

Do any of you have grand parents from WW1/2? What kidn of respect do
you give them?

The soldier potrayed in this song/poem is meant to represent a soldier in
general and not the one out fighting this very minute in Iraq.

Alot of the soldiers are farmboys and girls who have nothing else but the army.

From small towns and ghettoes in the US, they dont have a proper education and the Army promises them something better.

Ironic thing is that alot of them actually do it because they love their country, even though they are from a lower class bracket.

I don’t agree with the war, but i support the men and women who risk their lives for their country. It’s a very hard thing to do in this day and age.

They have earned my respect.

:salut:

Both of my grandfathers are dead. Neither of whom I met.

If they were alive, i’d tell them the same.

I’ve been a firm believer in the anarchist political theory since I was like 13. And not the chaos, bombs, death and destruction. The utopia.