-Caveat Lector-

Greetings,

With Christmas around the corner, please remember this poem and
just how fortunate we are, and to whom we owe at least some of
our thanks to for any happiness we feel in the coming weeks.

>From what I understand, this poem was written by a Marine while
stationed in Okinawa Japan.  The following is his request.
However off-topic this may be, I feel it is appropriate to send
it on to as many as we all can. It's the least we can do.

An early season's greetings to you all, and thanks,

Mike


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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 U.S. 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.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who
sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant
this small seed.



             A Humble Soldier's Poem


         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 UNITED STATES 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 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 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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             Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh, YHVH, TZEVAOT

  FROM THE DESK OF:                    <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
                      *Mike Spitzer*     <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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   The Best Way To Destroy Enemies Is To Change Them To Friends
       Shalom, A Salaam Aleikum, and to all, A Good Day.
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