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Friday, December 23, 2005

Twas the Night Before Christmas

   ‘Twas the night before Christmas, they 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.  I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.  No stockings by the mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.  With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind.  For this house was different, it was dark and dreary; I found the home of a soldier, once I could clearly see.  The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.  The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not 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?  I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.  Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.  They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.  I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.  The very thought brought a tear to my eyes, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.  The soldier awakened and 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.”  The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.  I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we shivered from the cold night’s chill.  I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.  Then the soldier rolled over, in a voice soft and pure, whispered, “carry on Santa, its Christmas Day, all is secure.”  One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.  “Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.”

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan.  His request is to send this to as many people as you can.  Christmas is coming soon and some credit is due to our US service men and women for being able to celebrate these festivities.
Second from the left kneeling is Allen Brewer, the big guy in the middle is Scott Burk.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

An empty PLS.
Here is how they load those big containers on the trucks and trailers.
PLS trucks and trailers loaded and waiting to head out on a mission.
Troy Hays taking time out to for a picture. Looks like Bravo Battery and Lynard Skynard are not the only ones that like Alabama.
More of the 1st PLT guys: Chad Henderson,Chris Burch, Jimmy McGough,Troy Hayes, Zach Sewell,??,??,??,??. I need you help identifying the rest of these guys.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

While touring the "Tank Grave Yard" Chad Henderson, Lee Still, Zach Sewell and Chris Burch stumbled on a little piece of home. Troy Hays is taking the picture for us. Just a few of the great soldiers of BRAVO BATTERY 1st PLT.
Bobby "Elf" Beasley is at the Post Office getting all those cards and letters for the guys.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Tracy Simpler and Jonathan Thompson take time out during a mission somewhere in Iraq to pose for a picture.
Henry "Fats" Williford has the Christmas spirit while he is deployed in Iraq.

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