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A Soldier's Silent Night (A Soldier's Night Before Christmas) told by Father Berndt

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22 Dec 'Twas The Night Before a Soldier's Christmas. A Christmas poem courtesy of Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt: 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,. In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down his chimney with presents to give,. And to see just who in this home. Schmidt was stationed in Washington, D.C. in when he wrote the poem originally titled "Merry Christmas, My Friend." Transcription of "A Soldier's Silent Night": 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, with presents to give. 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone. In a no bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And to see just who, in this small house did live. I looked all about, a sad sight did I see, No tinsel, no presents; not even a tree. By the mantle, no stockings; by the door.

In a no bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

The Soldier's Night Before Christmas

I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And to see just who, in this small house did live. I looked all about, a sad sight did I see, No tinsel, no presents; not even a tree.

Soldiers Twas The Night Before Christmas

By the mantle, no stockings; by the door, boots on sand. On the wall hung some pictures of a far distant land. Seeing medals and badges, awards of all kind, No thoughts of Christmas would stay in my mind. For this house was different, it was dark; it was dreary, I'd found the house of a soldier, once I could see clearly.

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The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in this no bedroom home. The face was gentle, the room in disorder; Not how I'd pictured a United States soldier.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. I thought of his comrades, and knew he was right. Marine Corporal James M.

Was this the hero of whom I had read? Curled up on a poncho, just the floor for his bed?

A serviceman's poem describes a soldier's lonely night the evening before Christmas.

I knew most the families I'd see on this night, Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight. Soon, round the world, the children would play, And grownups enjoy a bright Christmas day. They all had their freedom each month of the year, Because of these soldiers, like the one lying here.

Soldiers Twas The Night Before Christmas

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, On this cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home. The thought of their service brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knee and started to cry.

The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice: I couldn't control it, I started to weep. I kept watch for hours, silent and still, And both of us shivered from that cold night's chill. I hated to leave, on that long, dark night, This Guardian of Peace, with his Honor so bright. The soldier rolled over, and his voice soft and pure, Whispered, "Carry on, Santa, all is secure.

I thought of his comrades, and knew he was right. The world is freer, for they're willing to fight, For Freedom and Christmas, and all that is right.

For more information on this poem see Urban Legends Reference Pages: They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, Because of soldiers like this one lying here. Soon around the Nation, the children would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. To honor them, I wrote the poem and went around on Christmas Eve and put it under the doors of US soldiers assigned to Yongsan. For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

So to all you, my friends, to U. For this one special night, may you rest without fight, With a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!