Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Soldiers Christmas.

‘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 dwelling did live.
I looked all around, a strange sight to see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings on the mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of every kind,
A sobering thought came alive in my mind.
For this house was different; it was dark and dreary,
It was the home of a soldier, I could see that most clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
His face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not at all 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?
Then I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to soldiers who were willing to fight.
In the morning ’round the world, children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
But they all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve in lands far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to one knee and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry, for 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,
But I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
As both of us shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave him, on that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
he 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 … may God bless you this night.

  “Merry Christmas, My Friend” was written by a marine,
 Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt in 1986 

Merry Christmas my friends, God bless and have a happy new year.

Merry Christmas

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas video.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Duck Dynasty, Maybe I'm Cynical

I like Phil Robinson of Duck Dynasty and support his right to free speech. I am sick and tired of the left wing bed wetters spouting any kind of garbage and getting a pass. With that in mind I wonder why A&E would suspend Phil from the show, A&E is a business and what trumps religious beliefs and gay rights and everything else is money. Bottom line is they will sacrifice anything for it, money is king to them. So I wonder if this is a fabricated event, I believe Phil is an upstanding man and would not support a plot like this but I wonder if A&E orchestrated the interview with GQ to lure him into saying this and then suspend him to create this uproar. A&E could not pay for this kind of publicity for the show, every news network is covering it and it is a major hot topic of the week. I wonder if in a few days A&E will apologize and reinstate him in the show. It doesn't make sense that A&E would purposely tick off  their viewers because considering that left wing, gay right groups and such don't even watch the show. On the other hand if Phil is brought back many new viewers will tune in to find out what all the hype is about. I don't know maybe I am cynical.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Slacking Off

I have really been taking a break lately. I try and read around the blogs every day or so but with family in town it has kept me busy. Someone did send me an idea for redneck spaghetti which I thought was cute and I would share it
Looks like something the kids would get a kick out of. Actually I don't see why you could not use a better grade of sausage also.

I think I need to get in a range day.