"A Soldier's Silent Night"
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T'was the night before Christmas
He lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house
made of plaster and stone.
...
The soldier awakened
I heard his 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."
...
Then, the soldier rolled over,
In a voice soft and pure,
He whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure."
Read the whole thing here. or listen to it here.
And if this doesn't bring a tear to your eyes, then you're a far better Vulcan than I.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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