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    Lonely Christmas without my son
    SC_Cat posted:
    Hey... as most of you know I have a son deployed in Afghanistan... He won't be home for Christmas... It is very tough.. I am trying to keep my spirits up for my younger son... I did get a tree up and some decorations up... But all I can think about is that my son won't be home.. He will be doing a very important job but I want to be greedy and have my baby home with me... Just needed to get my feelings out there... The Army has been great... great support groups and stuff but it still isn't the same as having my son with me... Thanks for listening...
    Jumper2011 responded:
    Hey SC. I'm in a similar boat as yours. My son left for Basic Training last month and will be there thru the Holiday's. He left the week before Thanksgiving. Fortunately, a great couple in town "adopted" him and another trainee for Thanksgiving so they were able to enjoy a nice home cooked meal. Obviously my son isn't deployed so I can't sympathize with you on that aspect but I know how you feel about not having your son with you for the Holiday's. I printed this out and sent it to my son:

    A Soldier's Christmas Poem

    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 eye 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"

    "Its 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 sisters and brothers
    who stand at the front against any and all,
    to insure 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.

    By Michael Marks, Christmas 2000
    SC_Cat replied to Jumper2011's response:
    Thanks so much... We military moms need to stick together.. I have seen that poem makes me cry every time I read it... It is so true... We must always remember our troops (and their families) all over the world...

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