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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Twas the day before Christmas and out on the range Some strange guys were shooting some things that were strange There were Springfields and Mausers and parkerized pistols And a guy in a trench who was blowing a whistle: “Get up and get out! Get over the top!” He yelled and he fell, the machineguns won’t stop The soldiers pushed their friends up in despair “Whatever you do, don’t you leave me here!” Thirty years later, it was the same shout: “Hang on, old buddy, you’re going to get out! You got your bloody ticket and I’ll get mine We’ll be home for Christmas, there’s not any doubt.” In 1950 they were back for more This time at the Chosin Reservoir Just one month to Christmas, we’ll soon be home soon. General Douglas MacArthur says so. Vietnam split us apart. Some men wanted to be soldiers, Others wanted to sit in San Francisco and smoke dope And spit on our returning soldiers. Barry Sadler wrote the “Ballad of the Green Berets” and John Wayne played it out. And our soldiers came home and took up their lives again, some prosperous, some living on the street. And a memorial wall brought us together again. Back in childhood days we played in the sandbox Pushing around tractors, and tanks and toy soldiers Toys that we had gotten as gifts and we had no idea That those toy soldiers were our fathers and uncles and grandfathers. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house My father’s nightmares came to me as quiet as a mouse Of battlefields and a snow-packed prison camp and a far-off family at home And stockings waiting by the chimney with care. Dedicated to my father, Donald J. Craig, 1921-1998, a soldier.
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