Thanks to all those here that support our men and women in uniform, regardless of political beliefs on the current conflict. It means a lot to me, personally, and I just wanted to thank you all... it means a lot to us knowing Americans like you guys are behind us...
THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS
>by Michael Marks
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>I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
>And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.
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>The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
>My stocks were down another point, the Cowboys lost by six.
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>And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
>I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
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>The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
>And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
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>I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
>No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
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>And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
>Eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.
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>A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens
>Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.
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>They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
>Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
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>Other Marines gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
>To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again
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>There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
>They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
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>They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
>They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.
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>They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
>The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
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>I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
>He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
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>I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
>And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
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>"There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight
>Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
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>To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
>Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall."
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>He looked at me as children do and said, "it's always right,
>To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write."
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>And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
>To thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
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>"God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
>Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
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>The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
>You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay."
Merry Christmas to those still out there, in harm's way... May you return safely...