Veterans Day

[Zimri]

To all Thresholders who serve or have served in the US Armed Forces, a big

THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!

I greatly appreciate your service to our country!

From me.

[Gaviani]

Amen to that.

Thank you, to everyone currently in, or honorably departed from, our armed forces. We owe you a great deal.

[Aristotle]

We have a lot of Threshers who are either in the military now, or who were in the past.

To all of them, and their families: THANK YOU!

[Pyrosama]

Bless you all. I too am thankful for the freedoms we enjoy because of your sacrifices and willingness to serve in our armed forces. Happy Veteran's Day!

[Dorain]

To all past and present members of the US armed forces, a very happy belated Veterans Day. Also, happy belated birthday to all 'jarheads' from a former squid.

Speaking of leathernecks and being right on the cusp of the holiday season, here is one incredible adaptation to "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Despite how many times I've read it, it is virtually impossible to resist getting choked up.


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 did 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 on the floor of 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 face weathered 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 I started to cry.



He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,

"Santa, don't cry. This 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. It's Christmas Day, all secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right.

Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi, and goodnight.



by Cpl. James M. Schmidt, USMC