My moans - again / A Soldier's Poem ...


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Hi Folks,


As I write this I'm totally fed up! 'ONCE AGAIN ', I have a flippen tooth abscess - the third in a year and I'm ready for climbing the walls ...... am scunnered, weepy, sore and feeling really sorry for myself because my face is 'fair loupin'. I know there are millions of folk who would swap with me and who would think an abscess was nothing, but this is Sunday and it has been going on since Friday night so I'm knackered too.

This then has been my weekend . I look forward to a third night tossing and turning with no sleep. Tomorrow ( hopefully) I will see my own doctor for antibiotics and perhaps then the ruddy great lump on my face will reduce and perhaps 'next' week I will be able to get the dentist to fix my teeth..... FLIPPEN NORA !!!

No wonder my blood pressure is high HUH ? By the way, in the Glasgow area loupin means throbbing or extremely sore - as in 'Ma heid's loupin.'
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I received this in an email recently from my brother in law and it is so touching that I couldn't resist posting it here...... I should be ashamed of my previous moaning and rants in this post - having just reread the undernoted poem again ... God forgive me and God look after all the Servicemen and Servicewomen who are separated from their families and doing their jobs in the war zones of the world.

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 SMALL 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 A FAR AWAY LAND - WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS.THEN A SOBER THOUGHT CAME INTO MY MIND FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,T'WAS 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 DISORDER NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE SOLDIER..WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ,CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED ? I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT OWED THEIR
LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS, WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT
AND SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY AND
GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY .

THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR BECAUSE
OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER, HOW MANY 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, 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 SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL.
I DIDN'T 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, CHRISTMAS DAY IS SECURE" ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT -
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND - AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A NEW ZEALAND PEACE KEEPING 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 MUCH CREDIT IS DUE TO OUR SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN FROM 'ALL THE AIRTS AND PAIRTS' OF THE WORLD FOR OUR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE THESE FESTIVITIES. LET'S TRY IN THIS SMALL WAY TO PAY BACK A TINY BIT OF WHAT WE OWE!



Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.