Well said.
Larry Miller
-----Original Message-----
From: Keith Turk <kturk@ala.net>
To: Carl Elliott <grunt2@adelphia.net>; Larry and Sandi Miller
<millerls@email.msn.com>
Cc: Spridgets <spridgets@autox.team.net>
Date: Thursday, December 17, 1998 6:35 PM
Subject: Re: Fwd:Sailors Christmas (No LBC)
>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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