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T'was 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 And to see just who in this house did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight did I see, No tinsel, No presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On a wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, A sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen, This was the home of a U. S. MARINE.
I'd heard stories about them. I had to see more, So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor of his one bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not at all how I'd pictured A U. S. MARINE. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read, Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, and I soon understood, this was more than a man. For I realized the families I'd seen tonight, Owed there lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon around the nation the children would play, And grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month and all year, Because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn't help but wonder, how many lay alone, On a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home. Just the thought brought a prideful tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awakened, for I heard a 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."
With that he rolled over, and drifted off to sleep, I couldn't control it and continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still, I noticed he shivered from the cold
Hey guys, John and I were bummed we didn't get to hang with all of you for the last night of Epic Glory. But we love you all and MISS YOU ALL EVEN MORE!!!!
Kizzy, you forgot 1 night of drunken pumpkin bowling. 525 nights of consoling friends on relationship issues and at least 30 nights of being not sure how you got home.
5 years , 1,698 beers , 914 shots , 874 mixed drinks , 1 ex wife , 2 ex girlfriends , 49 carls , 1 failed attempt at the beer around the world list , 119 hangovers , 1 lost phone , 1 recovered phone , 1 stolen wallet , several small unnoticeable "dings" in the rodeo , 645 drunken text messages , 423 drunken phone calls , 1 BROKEN BARSTOOL , and a dozen or so of the best drinken buddies in the world........ WHITE RABBIT!!!!!!!!
I was lookijng at the Epic calendar and realized that my visit on the 3rd isn't listed....that's an event that should be advertised. I don't want people accidently going to Dukes looking for me
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1st Annual Harrisburg Street Festival
July 14th from 12:00 PM to 9:30 PM in Downtown Harrisburg Join your Central Pa Vipers as we help celebrate Harrisburg's 1st Annual Street Festival. The Vipers will be holding a clinic there for women, kids, and whomever would like to come down and learn about women's football. Some practice drills will be set up, passing, running, footwork.
I think it's time the Epic franchise to expand....preferably to a block from my house. Most states highest rated crime is speeding tickets...down here....DUI... go figure
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