Alone in a fox hole, a soldier sits cold
Tired and weary, his name not told.
Keeping eyes and ears, on the shadows of the night
So his children back home, could sleep without fright.

The bullets are flying, the enemy draws near
The soldier runs forward, without any fear.
One more down, will he ever go home
Oh dear God please, in his last breath did he moan.

Let them stay safe, let them grow up
Let them never forget, the ones who stood up.
Stood up for their rights, and gave with their lives
So they could spend Christmas, with your husbands or wives.....



Take some time this holiday season and give thanks to those who gave so we could have.

 

Well said

 

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Not to sound unwhatever, but having lost a lot of fellow warriors over the decades, we should also remember the fallen enemies, they to have loved ones left behind. War is a horrible and grizzly business.

 

The title of soldier gives no reference to country of origin.

 

 

I ran across this a year or so ago.


American Soldier
The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howizzitor. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have woman over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets....... Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this on after a short prayer. Prayer Wheel "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen." Prayer : When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, Bosnia, Iraq, or on ships, and in the air, anywhere over there. There is nothing attached.... This can be very powerful....... Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

 

No one is ever a winner in war..

 

Some day let's hope that there is no need for wars to occur.

 

ibtl.

people fight over parking places so i doubt if war will ever be totally gone.

have you ever asked an Israeli what he thinks a someone from Palestine or vice vesa?

 

I guess everyone is missing the point of this. It is about the soldier who gave his life so that his and your family could enjoy Christmas. It is to remember that someone else gave the ultimate sacrifice.

People here need to get over them selves and maybe just maybe, give thanks to the people who fight and die for them every day. Sheese

Oh and just so I can be politically incorrect........ MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

been there done that,have lost many friends

 

God Bless them all

Chuck

 

thanks for the thoughts TT Z06 - and MERRY CHRITMAS to you and yours.

 

To all soilders regardless of sides!!!

 

While war is something that no one wants to revel in at times is needed. There is nothing a true soldier would not do for his fellow Americans.

A true soldier never looks for accolades for what he accomplishes

A true soldier never looks to be lead in to but walks shoulder to shoulder with his leaders into combat

A true soldier never expects a Thank You everything he does comes from his heart

To all who have served my hat goes off to you and God Bless you in your future endeavors. For my brothers who never made it back three in particular;

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Served with the 173rd very dear friend and brother we will fight together again this time for God's army.


Jason Daniel Hasenauer
Am sure your daughter misses you because your brothers at the 82nd ABD still do.


1SGT you where an inspiration to many young Soldiers.
A great loss to USASOC

I miss you all very much and there is never a day that goes by that I don't think about you.

God Bless all our living and fallen soldiers and God Bless America.

 

I served and my oldest son is now serving in Afghanistan. He is a Capt. in the 101st Airborne and will not be home for Chrismas.
He is proud to serve and wishes all a
Merry Christmas

 

God Bless...........

 

I am humbled by what they sacrifice for me and my family. My son is in the Navy and his service makes me proud. I am grate full to all the Military men and women and thank the original poster for the poem. It is moving.

 

Christmas is always a time for a bit of reflection for me. Christmas morning 68 I was in the field in Vietnam,,,and I witnessed the most grizzly death and serious woundings of my life!! Right outside of my gun pit wall,just seconds after I left it. Had I not left when I did I most likely would have been hit as well. While I do rejoice and enjoy the holidays now,,I cannot and never will forget!! I am SOOO thrilled to see that today people in general now remember our fine service people and thank them for their service!! I wish to add my thanks to the chorus!! Thank you ALL,,,and have a Merry CHRISTMAS!!!

 

I have come across a longer version of this! God Bless all of the Men and Women of our Armed Forces and their families!


Thank You All!