The time is here for us to bow our head.
As we remember all of those who are dead.
This time of year is especially poignant
The birthday of our Lord is so eloquent.
How we would love to be home with loved ones,
To share the holiday festivities and fun.
But our duty lies here on the battlefield.
Any earthly fear we have is concealed.
The wind blows o’er us so very cold,
Makes us feel that we are getting old.
But when this war is over and done,
We can only hope that our courage has won.
This is one special Christmas to remember,
When we met the Lord one cold December.
How glorious his birthday will forever be,
For in the foxhole he reached out to touch me.
© Carol G Oliver
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