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The Meaning of Veterans Day

Dear Friends,

Today is Veterans Day and during a busy life it's sometimes easy to forget what this day is meant to celebrate. Here is a short reminder...
It is the
VETERAN,
not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial

It is
the VETERAN,
not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote
Have a great Veterans Day. Enjoy being with your family & friends and, if the opportunity presents itself, thank a Veteran personally. I know it will mean a lot to them...

L. D. Borgens,
USMC Veteran, 1984 - 1988

Guarding Christmas

"Guarding Christmas"

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 eye 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 soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old Perhaps a Marine, 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 snow blown in a drift,
to the window that danced with a warm fire's light then he sighed and he said "It’s really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night. Our freedom comes first 'til the dawn's early light. Its my duty to stand at the front of the lines, 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 father’s 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 sisters and brothers

who stand at the front against any and all, to insure 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 stand your own watch, no matter how long.Have faith in our country, be bold, and be strong

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".