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Twas the Night Before a Misson
14 years ago
“One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.” -Mr. Green, Revolver
"Dying is easy, it takes a strong man to face the world"
"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." - Joseph Conrad
"Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable." - (attributed to) William Shakespeare
"With foxes, we must play the fox." - Thomas Fuller
"The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind." - Francois de la Roche Foucauld
"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self." -Writer Cyril Connolly
Videre Videnda
"Dying is easy, it takes a strong man to face the world"
"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." - Joseph Conrad
"Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable." - (attributed to) William Shakespeare
"With foxes, we must play the fox." - Thomas Fuller
"The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body. After all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind." - Francois de la Roche Foucauld
"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self." -Writer Cyril Connolly
Videre Videnda
Say this on a buddy of mine's FB profile and wanted to share it.
Twas the night before Christmas, and he lived in a crowd, in a 40 man tent, with warriors so loud.
I had come into the tent with presents to give, and to see just who in this rack did live.
I looked all about, and a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand, on the locker hung pictures of far distant lands.
He had medals and badges and awards of all kind, and a sobering thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, it was so dark and so dreary, I had found the home of a Soldier, this I could see clearly.
The Soldier lay sleeping, silent and alone, curled up in his rack, dreaming of home.
The face was so gentle, the barracks in such good order, but not how I pictured a United States Soldier.
Was this the hero whom I saw on TV? Defending his country so we all could be free?
I realized the families that I've seen 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 new Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the Soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help but 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, for this life is my choice."
"Defend my country this day, the peace do I keep."
The soldier then rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent, so still, and we both shivered from the night's cold 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 and with a voice soft and pure, the Soldier Whispered:
"Carry on Santa, it's Christmas ... all is Secure."
EDIT: Found this video about the poem above, it's not the exact wording but it's still pretty good
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWExFTFAQzA
Twas the night before Christmas, and he lived in a crowd, in a 40 man tent, with warriors so loud.
I had come into the tent with presents to give, and to see just who in this rack did live.
I looked all about, and a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand, on the locker hung pictures of far distant lands.
He had medals and badges and awards of all kind, and a sobering thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, it was so dark and so dreary, I had found the home of a Soldier, this I could see clearly.
The Soldier lay sleeping, silent and alone, curled up in his rack, dreaming of home.
The face was so gentle, the barracks in such good order, but not how I pictured a United States Soldier.
Was this the hero whom I saw on TV? Defending his country so we all could be free?
I realized the families that I've seen 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 new Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the Soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help but 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, for this life is my choice."
"Defend my country this day, the peace do I keep."
The soldier then rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent, so still, and we both shivered from the night's cold 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 and with a voice soft and pure, the Soldier Whispered:
"Carry on Santa, it's Christmas ... all is Secure."
EDIT: Found this video about the poem above, it's not the exact wording but it's still pretty good
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWExFTFAQzA
No words are really powerful enough to say this... so I'll have to humbly settle for removing my hat and simply saying, "Thank you."