I cry for the last of the vets of WWII who saved the world and saved my Jewish family from certain death if Nazis won. I cry for my friend a soldier who died in Vietnam before he married and his sister, my best friend, who died later of cancer with no family left. I cry for soldiers today sent to those hell holes, I cry for horrible policies that send them there while those who make policy are warm, safe and never saw war. I cry for their sacrifice for so many they do not know. I cry for what I saw on the news re: Syria ... innocents, women, children, elderly, disabled walking and walking and walking away fleeing from those that want their blood. Unfathomable to me. Russians/Syrians bombed four hospitals....hospitals can you imagine doing that to the sick and doctors who try to help them? And our soon to be fearless leader loves Putin. I just cry because so much is so sad and my efforts to help so weak!
Sent to me from a friend and sent to him from a Canadian friend
> > A Different 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 slumbered I, 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 Trooper, 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 "It's 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 in Europe on a day in December."
> Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
> 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 and the white ... A Canadian 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, "Harbour 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 at 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."