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Special thanks out to all my bro and sisters who have proudly served.OhRah out to all my bros/sisters who have served w/the USMC,all you leathernecks/devil dogs happy 235 th birthday.Golden Corral rest. is serving those that served today 5-9 free of chg ;) 8)
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Good post Kville68!  Both of my grandfathers served in the Army, 1 in WWII and the other during the Korean Conflict.  Also a special thanks to my uncle who was a Marine during the Vietnam War.  Thank you Veterans for all that you did and continue to do for us on a daily basis!  God Bless You All!
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Found this on another site. I saw it when I was serving this proud country of mine.

Merry Christmas, My Friend



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.


As I looked all about, a strange sight did I see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.


No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.


With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind.


For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. This was the home of a U.S. Marine.


I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.


And there he lay sleeping, silent alone. Curled up in the floor in his one-bedroom home.


He seemed so gentle, his face so serene. Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.


Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?


His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon understood, this was more than a man.


For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.


Soon around the Nation, the children would play. And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.


They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here.


I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.


Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and started to cry.


He must have awoken, for 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."


With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.


I watched him for hours, so silent and still. I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.


So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.


Then I put on his t-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.


And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.


I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night. This guardian of honor so willing to fight.


But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said "Carry on, Santa, its Christmas day, all secure."


One look at my watch and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.


This poem was written in 1986 by James M. Schmidt, who was a Lance Corporal stationed in Washington, D.C., at the time.
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