A Soldiers Christmas

I already posted this on my facebook, but this poem just touched me so much i wanted to post it here too. :)

Someone sent me this Poem yesterday, and I wanted to share it with ya'll.  Let us never forget we always have our service men and women out fighting for our freedom and spreading it to others.  Countless birthdays, holidays, and special moments have been missed by those serving our country and even though we will never be able to repay their service, thanking and supporting them is a good way to start. This Christmas i want to thank all those who don't get the opportunity to come home and be with their families. I am so thankful that Ben gets to be home. 
I love my Airman. 

A Soldier's Christmas
By Michael Marks

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, 
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight;
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight;
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep 
In perfect contentment or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear;
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near;
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold;
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,
Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line
That separates you from the darkest of times;
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

"My Gramps died at 'Pearl' on a day in December,"
then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram' always remembers;
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

"I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile;"
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red white and blue ... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone
Away from my family, my house and my home;
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

"I can carry the weight of killing another
Or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To insure for all time that this flag will not fall.

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, 
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."

"But isn't there something I can do, at the least
Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

"For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."


Poor Little Guy

Well Boss was officially Neutered! Finally..... This kid needed it. He did so well. He was so sad when I picked him up and on the way home. But as soon as I opened the door he jumped out of my arms and started running around like a crazy!! I was so worried his stitches would come out, because he just would NOT stay still. (I think he was bored being locked up all day at the vet). But luckily they are still in and it has been a week today! :)  Hopefully it heals up without any problems. He is a brave little guy.
He was so mad about the cone of shame. :( haha
FINALLY asleep



So I am sick.
Not the kind of sick where you can just buy some medicine, lay in bed, buy some soup, watch a Matthew Mcconaughey movie, and be back to work a few days later.
Nope. Not that kind.
I'm sick of rain.
Sick of this stupid apartment.
Sick of Boss not being willing to just go pee OUTSIDE
Sick of not having anything to do all day long.
I think i'm going crazy.
Now if only Mr. Mcconaughey could fix that. . .
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