Friday, December 18, 2009

Letter of Intent by Mr. Daddy

Joining Julie from Fourson's for this week's Letters of Intent. Thank you to all of our service people - especially those who are spending this holiday season away from family.

Letters of Intent

My thanks to the only two defining forces that have ever shed their life's blood for my, Life, Liberty, and Freedom

Thank you to the American servicemen and women.

And thank you God, for the giving of your son, the real reason for the season.

I am so proud and glad to be an American....

and so humbled and honored to be a son of the living God....

would you all take a moment to say THANK YOU! I love you.....God bless you

For all that we have...

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!!!

A Different Kind of Christmas Poem

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 eyes 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 "Its 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 sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure 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 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."

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN 30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq


Foursons said...

Every time I read this it gives me chills. Thanks for linking up and for the reminder.

Emily said...

I've read that before. It's very touching.

Melissa said...

This sure needs to be shared...

Shana said...

I just love this. Thanks so much.

Kmama said...

That always makes me tear up.

Thanks for sharing it at this time of year.

Anonymous said...

This gives me chills every time I read it. Thank you so much for this reminder. For years now, an overpass not far from my home is decorated with American flags and flags representing the various branches of military service, along with a banner that states "Land of the free...because of our brave." I'm so thankful for those men & women, our brave.

Lisa said...

I must be from a different planet, cause I have never read this before. It is beautiful.

Brandi said...

Great letter and thanks for sharing the poem. I've never read it before *sniff* and now I have to go blow my nose. ;)

Pam D said...

When I shake a soldier's hand and say "Thank you for the sacrifices you make for me", I know that I'm experiencing a small measure of what it will be like to one day stand in front of Jesus. Same goes for other public servants who put their life on the line.. police and fire in particular. I believe that basic human nature tends towards being selfish; to willingly put yourself in the line of fire for people you have no investment in just amazes me.
And Mr. Daddy.. thanks so much for your comments on my posts. I tried to switch everything over to the wordpress blog, but only a few folks really followed me over there, so I guess I'll have to just do photos there and "real" posts at my old blog. Which is a lot of work. But, if it keeps you guys from losing touch, then it's worth it... :<)

Nocona said...

Thank you for the sweet reminder of the reason for our celebrations this time of year.