A Mother's Greatest GiftA Poem by The Warrior PoetThis is a Christmas poem for today's Soldier, Sailors, Airmen and MarinesA Mother’s Greatest Gift Somewhere in the desert sands or city streets of foreign lands our Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines have only each other tonight. Playing Santa is really hard when your sleigh is a plastic phone card and hearing the kid’s wishes about presents for Christmas, through Skype. In places like Iraq and Afghanistan, where death and danger are close at hand, the only gift may be a good meal. Santa doesn’t venture into firefights. They may get a meal that’s not wrapped in plastic and an officer’s speech calling them fantastic, reminding them that they would get to make a phone call if the battalion had more phones. Christmas wishes voiced by fighters like toilet paper, baby wipes, and rucks that are lighter are often lost in the winter wind. Santa doesn’t venture into war zones. Remember Our Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines who fight the fight unheard and unseen. It’s our freedom and our honor they defend out there in those foreign fields. A mother’s greatest of all gifts today will be a phone call to hear a child say, “I love you, Mom, and I’m O.K. I’ll be carried home on the shoulders of my brothers and not upon my shield.” David L. Carmichael The Warrior Poet December 25, 2009 © 2010 The Warrior PoetReviews
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Added on November 7, 2010Last Updated on November 7, 2010 AuthorThe Warrior PoetNJAboutI am a combat veteran paratrooper and I've been writing since 1984. I was chosen by my English teacher as good candidate for Creative Writing and had to get a waiver to get into the class because my .. more..Writing
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