I pray for unity between you and me
I pray the heavens will open some day
All of God's people will look up and say,
Deep in the heart of a war,
God heard a Soldier's Prayer.
I signed a piece of paper.
I took an oath as well
I promised to protect
MY COUNTRY...Tis a mission
I can't fail!
I have banded with my comrades
So together, strong, we stand,
In defense of this GREAT NATION
Of this bright and promised land.
So, I will gladly do my duty
And if I must give my all
My prayer will be....those left behind
Will continue to STAND TALL
To fight for PEACE and FREEDOM
To proctect SWEET LIBERTY
I pray, Dear Father,
that you grant this humble
Today is a good day: We are FREE. Today is a good day: We are ALIVE. Today is a good day: This is our LAND. Today is a good day: God is with us ALWAYS!
To all Soldiers, lest they might think they are forgotten...
As my family and I sat with a 30 years veteran I thought of all those soldiers he trained, the many he brought home. the ones who might not have made it... The men who followed him, the people who stood by him, his wife, his children... A true Soldier, a brave man...
I thought of Soldiers, Christmas and Freedom...and cherished dreams...
The following poem has s special place in my heart...
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
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
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
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
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
WAS THIS THE HERO
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
THE VERY THOUGHT
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
"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
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND
And for my best Friend,
The Silent Ranks
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the ones who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I am the one that's left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave prideful man
and the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military Wife.