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| "1999, my last pic before gettin outta jail" |
| *ArMy PicTurEs* |
| *12 BRAVO* |
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| Me, my Bro in the Aiforce and my fayther, mother, descendants of the Thoj clan. |
| Me with the towel and Sgt. Yoo restin after a hardcore soccer game |
| Me bottom left with my homeboys, Hoder, Roch, Mullins,Hoover and Bekis reppin the army engineers at Club Pleasuredome in Korea |
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| *the Corps of Engineers* |
| 'twas 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 home did live. i looked all about, a strange sight i did see, no tinsels, no presents, not even a tree. no stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall of hung picutres of far distant lands. with medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through 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 this 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 whom i'd just read? curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? i realized the families that i saw this night, owed their livcs to these soldiers who were willing to fight. soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright christmas day. they all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of these soldiers, like the one lying here. i couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold christams eve in a land far from home. the very thought brought a tear to my eye i droppped to my knees and started to cry. the soldier awakened and 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 god, my country, my corps." the soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, i couldn't control it, i continued to weep. i kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's chill. i didn'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, it's christmas day, all is secure." one look at my watch, and i knew he was right. "merry christmas my friend, and to all a goodnight." |
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