Skip to comments.A Letter From Marines Stationed in Iraq
Posted on 12/14/2005 7:33:18 AM PST by Bloody Sam Roberts
Christmas greetings Freepers.
Yesterday, I and my family received a set of Christmas cards and letters. They are from a group of United States Marines stationed in Iraq. I thought I would share them with folks on Free Republic who would appreciate them as I know we all appreciate what these young folks are doing for us.
Last month, my family found out about a website called AnySoldier.com. It is a place where troops stationed overseas can place small bios and snippets of what they are doing, where they are stationed and what materials would be appreciated from home.
We decided to put together Christmas packeages of much needed items for two groups; one group of female Marines who requested "girlie" items and another group of male Marines who requested more utilitarian items. Both units are assigned to a CH-53 helicopter squadron.
Mrs. B. S. Roberts and my daughter went shopping and put together a huge box of junk/snack foods and more personal/hygeine type items for the women.
The letters we received are from the group of female Marines. The text of one follows.
24 Nov 2005
Happy Thanksgiving and greetings from Iraq. Let me first apologize for this non-personalized letter. We would have liked to respond to each of you individually but with the mass amount of letters and care packages we have received, that would be impossible considering our work load here. Since we posted our needs on the AnyMarine website, the response has been overwhelming. We would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Each package and letter you sent was touching and comforting to know that you all care and support us. Today is 'Thanksgiving and we were fortunate enough to have a good meal and be with friends. We spent the evening sorting through our packages and separating each item to distribute them to the other lady Marines. We plan on putting together personafized gift bags from the items you sent to give the girls on Christmas morning. They will be so surprised as they have no idea of our little plan. Tonight we plan on decorating our work spaces with the decorations that you've sent as well. We are really getting into the Christmas spirit around here. We are fortunate enough to five and work in established buildings which make this possible. We even have a 'secret Santa" gift exchange planned to make Christmas more enjoyablable. Again, we thank you for opening your hearts to service people and recognizing our sacrifice during the holiday season and always. Your gifts have lifted our spirits and made the holiday season a happier time for us.
The poem was BEAUTIFUL. :* Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing. It is always good to hear from America's finest!
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 I slumbered, 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 Marine, I puzzled, some twenty years old, All dressed in cammies, 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 "Its 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 at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. 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, white, and blue... an American 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, "harbor 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.
Thanks for the ping!
That poem always seems to stir the dust because something is in my eye.
ping for later
I know just what you mean.
Thanks BloodySam, now I have a hugh lump in my throat. Great poem.
Very touching. I called my Marine Buddy this am....just to say hello!!
Beautiful post and that poem always brings tears.
God bless you, 2111USMC! Are you the author of this beautiful poem? I want to send this on to my family and friends. Merry Christmas from a military mom. :)
I have sent an e-mail to all of our family and friends with the link to AnySoldier.com. God bless our military men and women, and their families & friends!
I challenge anyone to read this poem without crying. My "Distinguised Marines" stamp sheet for my Christmas cards propped here in front of me suddenly got very bleary. The bad news, and the good news, is that they disappeared from our post office almost immediately. Unfortunately no more will be printed--the P.O. will be too busy printing out those .39 stamps. Our freedom is etched on the faces of these brave men.
May God bless and keep all our troops safe.
Thank you! The troops love that site. They have been bombarded with care packages from home and it has really lifted the spirits of many soldiers.
I get weepy EVERY TIME I read this poem. And, my Marine will be spending another Christmas in Iraq.
Please ping me whenever you post something like this. I love our military, and take every opportunity to do things for them, whether it is a letter or care package or money, or simply letting others know how they can support our wonderful troops.
I will add that site to my profile page, and will send it on.
Actually, I did think of you (like that's a surprise) and was going to ping you but I was so freepin' busy yesterday I sort of...forgot. Forgive me.
Anysoldier.com is such a great site. Very well run and maintained. The troops love it because it is easy for them and it works.
If/when I get anything back from the guys in the CH-53 squadron, I'll post it either here or on a new thread...depending on the content. I imagine they are a little busier less able to pop off a letter than the support group we just heard from.
Thank you for that special poem , my eyes are all teared up now. Let's all try and do a good job in doing whatever we can, to help all of our warriors, young and old, we love you!!!
Both poems were wonderful and touching. Had to run for the tissues! Bless them all!