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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Seamus[/i] [br]I received the following last year from a friend and fellow reenactor and thought you all might enjoy it as I did. (I took the liberty of censoring it some, as this IS a family channel!)I am sure, too, that some of you will find some familiar things as you read it.......and say: "Yeah...I've been there..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i]Christmas 1756 Fort William Henry[/i] [i]The night before Christmas, and all through the camp The fires are burning, our blankets are damp The Froggies are staying away on this night To share Peace on Earth, away from the fight A night when we're safe, our Besses are racked Into our barracks the soldiers are packed We huddle together, by God it is cold! Dice that are pounded from bullets are rolled Wet stockings hung by the fire with care Steaming and dirty and smell of burnt hair The night, it is snowy, the lanterns are lit I think there's a bottle of rum in my kit A toast to King George, we fathom the bowl A private produces a chicken he stole We sing of Old England, from taverns we knew A toast to our comrades the Frenchies have slew We tell bawdy stories of doxies at home Plying their trade in the alleys they roam Trimming our sails, while kicking a dog I saw she was ugly while heaving the log The door in the barracks flies open to show The Sergeant is shivering, covered in snow The wind lashes inward, to chill the men more To him a drunken soldier yells to" shut the (*expletive*) door!" Who said that?, Sergeant snarls, Corporal, take his name! I'll have you flogged,on Christmas, the day is just the same! Pushing to the fire, to thaw his frozen skin Announces that the dreaded midnight watch will soon begin The guardhouses are empty, the pickets are a' missing A sentry fell into the covert way while he was p*****g A drunken Grenadier, with dignity so rare Stuck his tongue onto a frozen cannon on a dare A Ranger, bold, has fallen in the trench where we all s**t It's frozen to him now, but he will thaw in just a bit I need a man to walk the wall, so one will come with me Get your kit and musket and a mug of English tea No one volunteered, so he produced some playing cards, Low man gets his gear on, to replace those missing guards I drew the two of diamonds, my lot cast for the night The sergeant grabbed my Bess and saw that everything was tight I pulled a scarf around my face and jammed my tricorn on A watchcoat draped about me, to warm me `til the dawn I grabbed my musket, lantern and went out into the cold To walk my post like every other soldier that's been told I watch the night sky parting; the moon and stars shine through I think of home and family and loves that I once knew I count my steps and do my duty, pacing up and down A soldier's lot I've chosen, to fight for King and Crown On guard against homesickness, tonight my mortal foe As only brave young soldiers, so far from home would know.[/i] [size=3][b]Merry Christmas to all my dear friends................[/b][/size=3] [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature.