Bad luck toot ........actually one needs a special item to upload it to your putor which then gives you a link back to it ........It does divulge the senders details etc which is not always a good idea ........... :coolsmile:

Thanks Clay ;-P

[size=3][b]I had problems uploading a pps also and Drew from About Seniors uploaded it onto UTube and that way you can paste the link to it here.



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[size=3][b]I had problems uploading a pps also and Drew from About Seniors uploaded it onto UTube and that way you can paste the link to it here.



I haven't tried doing it myself but he assures me that it works[/b].[/size]

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Thats a better idea Sandi............it would work Ok because all it needs is a host and one that provides a link ............not all of them do ...............clay

Hi Clay and Sandikay, I've never been to London, don't know if I'll get there now. I looked on U tube and found it there, thanks for the tip. Doesn't it look cold, maybe it's global warming. ha ha



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTcBlnr1h7I

Me either mate ............too many people ..............of all ethnic persuasions............ :lol:

This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable





PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.







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 HOME, DID LIVE.





I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,

NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES, OF A FAR DISTANT LAND.





WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KIND,

A SOBER THOUGHT, CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

IT WAS THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.





THIS SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,

CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR, OF THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE, IT WAS GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED AN AUSTRALIAN SOLDIER.





WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR HIS 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 GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE, A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM, EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,

BECAUSE OF SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.





I COULDN'T BUT WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,

ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE, IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THAT VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,



I FELL 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 MY 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 DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE, ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR, SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,

WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS AND ALL IS SECURE."





ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."





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This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

.

The original poem was written by James M. Schmidt, who was a Lance Corporal stationed in Washington, DC when he wrote the poem back in 1986. The poem has been modified over time to represent Marines, Army and Navy. After leaving the Corps, Corporal Schmidt earned a law degree and now serves as an entertainment attorney in Los Angeles and is director of operations for a security consulting firm.

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