I spent 20 years in the US Navy and I can tell you that the one thing I always like for someone to just stop me and say thank you for serving. It ALWAYS brightened my day.
Here is a lil thing that I should have posted at christmas:
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 the present to give,
And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand;
on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came to my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary;
I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in the one-bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of who Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world the children would play and grown-up would celebrate a bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t cry, this life is my choice. I fight for freedom, I donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t ask for more, my life is: my God, my Country, my Corps.â€
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep.
I couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t control it; I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold nightâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s chill.
I didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered,
“Carry on Santa, itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Christmas Day; all is secure.â€
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
“Merry Christmas, my friend, and to all a good night.â€