Thank you for your thoughts... On Dec 7 of this year I had another
thought.... how bout a "thank you" to your fathers... and loved ones or you
for that matter... we are typing in the English language and it is through
their efforts that we have this option..
After 6 months in the deserts of Saudi Arabia and Iraq I have the option of
being proud once a year on the 2 of Aug when I think of the Kuwait's that
are free today..
I retired in 96 after 20 yrs as a Military Instructor Pilot in the AH-64
apache. The folks that are out there tonight have my prayers... I know
some of them are new and scared but based on their heritage I know we can
count on them to do the right thing...
Keith Turk CW4 (ret) BN2, AN5, AN9, Bville Camero
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> From: Carl Elliott <grunt2@adelphia.net>
> To: Larry and Sandi Miller <millerls@email.msn.com>
> Cc: Spridgets <spridgets@autox.team.net>
> Subject: Re: Fwd:Sailors Christmas (No LBC)
> Date: Thursday, December 17, 1998 4:55 PM
>
> Great little story, We all owe a thank you to those whom this day stand
> in harms way so we can celebrate Christmas in Peace . Merry Christmas to
> all the Americans whom Serve our country, The Elliott Family
>
> Larry and Sandi Miller wrote:
>
> > Twas the night before Christmas, and he lived in a crowd,
> > In a 40 man berthing, with shipmates so loud.
> > I had come in the exhaust stack with presents to give,
> > And to see just who in this rack did live.
> >
> > I looked all about, and a strange sight I did see,
> > No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
> > No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand,
> > On the bulkhead hung pictues of far distant lands.
> >
> > He had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
> > And a sobering thought came into my mind.
> > For this place was different, it was so dark and dreary,
> > I had found the home of a Sailor, this I could see clearly.
> >
> > The Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
> > Curled up in his rack, dreaming of home.
> > The face was so gentle, the berthing in such good order,
> > But not how I pictured a United States Sailor.
> >
> > Was this the hero whom I saw on TV?
> > Defending his country so we all could be free?
> > I realized the families that I've seen this night,
> > Owed their lives to these sailors who were willing to fight.
> >
> > Soon round the world, the children would play,
> > And grownups would celebrate a new Christmas Day.
> > They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
> > Because of the Sailors, like the one lying here.
> >
> > I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
> > On a cold Christmas Eve, on a sea far from home.
> > The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
> > I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
> >
> > The sailor awakened and I heard a rough voice,
> > "Santa, don't cry, for this life is my choice."
> > "Defend, the seas this day, the peace do I keep."
> > The sailor then rolled over and drifted to sleep,
> > I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
> >
> > I kept watch for hours so silent, so still,
> > And we both shivered from the night's cold chill.
> > I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night,
> > This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
> >
> > Then the Sailor rolled over and with a voice soft and pure,
> > Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, All is Secure."
> >
> > ----------
> > "There's no downside to being nice."
> > - Sandra Bullock
>
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