Posted: Dec 16, 2010 7:46 pm
by Weaver
The Soldiers' Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before christmas, and all through the base
Only sentries were stiring-- they guarded the place.

At the foot of each bunk sat a helmet and boot
For the Santa of Soldiers to fill up with loot.
The soldiers were sleeping and snoring away
As they dreamed of "back home" on
good Christmas Day.
One snoozed with his rifle--he seemed so content.
I slept with the letters my family had sent.

When outside the tent there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my rack to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Poked out my head, and yelled, "What was that crash?"

When what to my thrill and relief should appear,
But one of our Blackhawks to give the all clear.
More rattles and rumbles! I heard a deep whine!
Then up drove eight Humvees, a jeep close behind...
Each vehicle painted a bright Christmas green,
With more lights and gold tinsel than I'd ever seen.

I have the entire poem if anyone is interested - it was handed to my wife at the PX earlier in the week. Made her cry ... and caused my damn allergies to act up.