-Caveat Lector- WJPBR Email Inspiration List [EMAIL PROTECTED] To those who love much, much will be forgiven them! '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. On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. with medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see cleary. 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 chidren would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of te 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 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 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 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. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion and informational exchange list. Proselyzting propagandic screeds are not allowed. Substance—not soapboxing! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory', with its many half-truths, misdirections and outright frauds is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. That being said, CTRL gives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no credeence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. ======================================================================== Archives Available at: http://home.ease.lsoft.com/archives/CTRL.html http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ ======================================================================== To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] Om
