a nice Christmas Poem

[HardJedi]

not sure if this has been posted before or not. It was supposedly written By a Marine in Okinawa. If it HAS been posted before, sorry.




'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 Marine,
Once I Could See Clearly.

The Marine 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 Marines
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 Marine 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 Marine 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 Marine 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."

[thedrifter]

One of My Favorites


Ellie

[DSchmitke]

Yes that was excellent

[femalemarine_89]

heres one for yall.. some of you might have heard these but im gonna send them anyways..

american marine and a french soldier :D
>A letter home from a marine with the multinational force in
>Bosnia
>
>Dear Dad,
>
>A funny thing happened to me yesterday at Camp Bondsteel (Bosnia): A
> French army officer walked up to me in the PX, and told me he thought
> we (Americans) were a bunch of cowboys and were going to provoke a
war
> in Iraq. He said if such a thing happens, we wouldn't be able to
count
> on the support of France.
>
>I told him that it didn't surprise me. Since we had come to France's
> rescue in World War I, World War II, Vietnam, and the Cold War, their
> ingratitude and jealousy was due to surface, again, at some point in
> the near future anyway.
>
>I also told him that is why France is a third-rate military power with
> a socialist economy and a bunch of faggots for soldiers. I
> additionally told him that America, being a nation of deeds and
> action, not words, would do whatever it had to do, and France's
> support, if it ever came, was only for show anyway.
>
>Just like in ALL NATO exercises, the US would shoulder 85% of the
> burden, and provide 85% of the support, as evidenced by the fact
that
> this French officer was shopping in the American PX, and not the
other
> way around.
>
>He began to get belligerent at that point, and I told him if he would
> like to, I would meet him outside in front of the Burger King and
whip
> his "BUTT" (substitute for the word used in the original document)
in
> front of the entire Multi-National Brigade East, thus demonstrating
> that even the smallest American had more fight in him than the
average
> Frenchman.
>
>He called me a barbarian cowboy and walked away in a huff. With
friends
> like these, who needs enemies?
>
>Dad, tell mom I love her,
>
>Your loving daughter, Marybeth

[femalemarine_89]

T'was the Night Before Ramadan
*****************************

Twas the night before Ramadan, and all through the cave
Not a creature was stirring; it felt like a grave.
The turbans were hung by the firepit with care,
In hopes that the Air Force would not soon be there.

The soldiers were restless without any beds,
While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap,
Had just settled down for a cold, barren winter's nap,

When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.

The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow,
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.

And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be George Bush.
More rapid than eagles his forces they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names;

"Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!"

As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
So up to the ledge his forces they flew
With full magazines, and flame-throwers too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud
The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
Osama was there, disguised in a gown.

He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
And he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
He said "I'm going to Baghdad and I'm not looking back!"

His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
But a Marine Corps sniper got him in the head.

I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;

I dropped to my knees; asked the good Lord for help,
His voice boomed in my ears, "You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
But you were too arrogant to understand,

I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
But you are the last thing that this world needs.

And so, I'll send you and bin Laden to Hell."
The last words I heard, as the bombs fell,
Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
"One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!"

[femalemarine_89]

here is something that i thought you guys would enjoy as well.
http://www.geocities.com/georgiapoetry/soldier.html

[femalemarine_89]

here is the last of them i think...LOL
># 1 MILITARY COMPARISONS
> An Army grunt stands in the rain with a 35 lb. pack
>on his back, 15 lb. weapon in hand, after having
>marched 12 miles, and says, "This is ****."
>
> An Army Airborne Ranger stands in the rain with a 45
>lb. pack on his back, weapon in hand, after having
>jumped from an airplane and marched 18 miles, and says
>with a smile, "This is good ****!"
>
> A Navy Seal lies in the mud, 55 lb pack on his back,
>weapon in hand, after swimming 10 miles to shore,
>crawling through a swamp and marching 25 miles at
>night past the enemy positions, says with a grin,
>"This really is great ****."
>
> A Marine, up to his nose in the stinking,
>bug-infested mud of a swamp with a 65 lb pack on his
>back and a weapon in both hands after jumping from an
>aircraft at high altitude, into the ocean, swimming 12
>miles to the shore, killing several alligators to
>enter the swamp, then crawling 30 miles through the
>brush to assault an enemy camp, says, "I love this
>****!"
>
> An Air Force officer sits in an easy chair in his air
>conditioned, carpeted BOQ room and says, "The cable's
>out? What kind of **** is this?"
>
>~ ~ ~
>
># 2 COMMUNICATION
> One reason the Military has trouble operating jointly
>is that they don't speak the same language.
>
> For example, if you told Navy personnel to "secure a
>building," they would turn off the lights and lock the
>doors.
>
> Army personnel would occupy the building so no one
>could enter.
>
> Marines would assault the building, capture it, and
>defend it with suppressive fire and close combat.
>
> The Air Force, on the other hand, would take out a
>three-year lease with an option to buy.

[femalemarine_89]

A man suspected his wife was seeing another man, so he hired the
famous
>Chinese detective, Chen Lee, to watch and report any activities while
he
was
>gone. A few days later, he received this report:
>>
>> MOST HONORABLE SIR:
>> YOU LEAVE HOUSE
>> I WATCH HOUSE
>> HE COME TO HOUSE. I WATCH.
>> HE AND SHE LEAVE HOUSE. I FOLLOW.
>> HE AND SHE GO IN HOTEL. I CLIMB TREE.
>> I LOOK IN WINDOW.
>> HE KISS SHE. SHE KISS HE.
>> HE STRIP SHE. SHE STRIP HE.
>> HE PLAY WITH SHE. SHE PLAY WITH HE.
>> I PLAY WITH ME. I FALL OUT OF TREE. I NOT SEE.
>>
>> NO FEE,
>>
>> CHEN LEE.