Q Ping - Merry Christmas to All
If you haven't read it yet, the following poem (h/t bitt and others) is a bittersweet reminder of the debt of gratitude we can never repay to those who serve our country with their lives.
‘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 DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED,
AN AMERICAN 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 DID NOT 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.”
"The poem was written by Marine Lance Corporal Schmidt and was published in 'Leatherneck' magazine in Dec 1991." ~ compuguru
To add to the number of those who put their lives on the line for our country, we naturally include the Q team, President Trump and those he loves.
I'm am grateful for those who fight for us. I count these people and my country and among my treasured God-given blessings this Christmas.
I count those who post and lurk on these threads among my blessings as well. I'm so impressed by the dedication, patriotism, intelligence and growth on this thread. You've proven you are willing to seek the truth no matter what is thrown in your path to deter you. When General Flynn spoke of "Digital Soldiers", you were included in their ranks. And you've shown President Trump, Q, and the military that the spirit of American patriotism is still strong and vital - that is your Christmas gift to them.
Given that so many have fought, some have given their lives, and so many continue to fight for our right to wish each other Merry Christmas, I didn't want to miss this chance to exercise that hard-won right.
With so many on our thread contending with illness and other life challenges, and the discordance of the society we are faced with, please pray for our country, our president, our military, our patriots, and for our FReeQs and FReepers - for victory, courage, faith, renewed strength, health, joy and peace.
May you all witness Amazing Grace again and again. Merry Christmas.
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Thank you, dearest ransomnote.
This time your words made me need kleenex.
Perfectly said, Ransomnote.. To all who tonight might be lonely, afraid, worried about their health, or their futures, please know that the prayers of your friends on this thread are directed to your comfort and future joy in this life. We are WWG1WGA.
I spent Christmases away from home so that others might be with their families. Now others do so that I can be with my family.
Were I able, I would gladly trade places with our current crop of sailors and do it all again knowing that my family would be safe at home.
Merry Christmas and thank you ladies and gentleman. Bravo Zulu. Carry on.
WWG1WGA
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Merry Christmas everybody!
Lovely poem and thoughts, thanks for posting :)
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