Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Merry Christmas Troops, A Poem

A Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. 
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve 
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. 
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood his face weary and tight. 
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! 
Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, 
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before. 
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December."
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers."
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile." 
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. 
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
Who stand at the front against any and all
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "Harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least?
Give you money," I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, 
for being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, 
that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Wednesday, March 14, 2012


The Mailbag remains a constant source of Frustration, Education and even Entertainment, as we move fully into a Critical Election Cycle. 

I hope that my fellow Patriots are inspired by the work in the #War Rooms at, and that each of you engages in the Local Battle to wrest the control of the incumbent party from the STATISTS. A Mission that is arguably MORE important than deciding on the Robo-Signer in the Whitehouse.

Observe, Orient, Decide & Act! - Here is your Inspiration.

MULLIGAN - Artist Unknown to @JoeElector, if known to you please tweet!
Todays email GEM included a quote we should blast around the internet continuously until November. When the Man performs the Act KNOWING it is wrong, isn't that a Pre-medidated Hate Crime?

 "The fact  that we are here today to debate raising America  's debt limit is a sign of leadership failure. 
It  is a sign that the US Government cannot pay its  own bills. 
It is a sign that we now depend on  ongoing financial assistance from foreign  countries to finance our Government's reckless  fiscal policies. 
Increasing America 's debt  weakens us domestically and internationally.  
Leadership means that, the buck stops here.  Instead, Washington is shifting the burden of bad  choices today onto the backs of our children and  grandchildren. America has a debt problem and a  failure of leadership. Americans deserve better."  
  ~ Senator  Barack H. Obama, March 2006

God Bless and God Speed,

Joe Elector