From: Duy Nguyen (net_port@xxxxxxxxxxx)
Date: Wed Nov 21 2001 - 13:33:33 GMT-3
Man, I'm weeping myself, that was good and touching. Now carry on CCIE
Soldier.
Absolutely Positively Continuously Sincerely,
Duy Nguyen CCNP/CCIE written
net_port@hotmail.com
Cell (817) 707-7451
>From: "Michael Falco" <mfalco@nave.com>
>To: <Undisclosed-Recipient:;>
>Subject: Please Read
>Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 09:04:34 -0500
>
>Good Morning,
>
>Please forgive me for this intrusion in to your privacy however, in light
>of
>all that the American people have gone through in the past several months,
>I
>think we all have allot to be thankful for. Please read this and pass it
>along...
>
>I know it is a bit early but this is awesome!
>
>'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
>HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
>IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
>PLASTER AND STONE.
>
>I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
>WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
>AND TO SEE JUST WHO
>IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
>
>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,
>AND ON THE WALL PICTURES
>OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
>
>WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
>AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
>A SOBERING THOUGHT
>CAME TO MY MIND.
>
>FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
>SO DARK AND SO DREARY,
>THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
>NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
>
>THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
>SILENT, ALONE,
>CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
>IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
>
>THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
>THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
>NOT HOW I PICTURED
>A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
>
>WAS THIS THE HERO
>OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
>CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
>THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
>
>I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
>THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
>OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
>WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
>
>SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
>THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
>AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
>A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
>
>THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
>EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
>BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
>LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
>
>I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
>HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
>ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
>IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
>
>THE VERY THOUGHT
>BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
>I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
>AND STARTED TO CRY.
>
>THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
>AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
>"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
>AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
>I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
>I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
>
>I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
>SO SILENT AND STILL,
>AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
>FROM THE COLD EVENING'S CHILL.
>
>I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
>ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
>THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
>SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
>
>THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
>WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
>WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
>IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
>
>ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
>AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
>"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
>AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
>~
>This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan.
>The following is his request. I think it is reasonable Please.
>Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
>people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some
>credit is due to our U.S. servicemen and women for our being
>able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way
>to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think
>of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves
>for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
>
>Michael S. Falco Nave Communications
>Senior Account Executive 180 Penrod Ct.
>Director of Operations-Data Division Suite J
>V. 443-572-0860 Glen Burnie, Md. 21061
>F. 443-572-0869 Cell. 443-994-1869
>
>
>
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