A soldier fingers his weapon and stares into the darkness watching for any sign of the enemy. The soldier is alone this night because his best friend, who usually shared this position with him, was killed. The soldier misses him. He was a brave man who left a wife and two children behind. The soldier hopes he will survive this war and someday be able to tell his buddy's little ones just how bravely their father had died defending freedom. The soldier doesn't know exactly what time it is, but his instincts tell him that it is approaching midnight on this Christmas Eve. Soon it will be Christmas morning at home and his own family will be getting up to have breakfast and open presents. His breakfast will consist of some cold sparse rations and a sip of water from his canteen. There will be no hot cider or coffee for him and no turkey or ham for dinner. The soldier hopes his family enjoys the Christmas celebration and understands why he can't be with them. There are people in the world who would destroy the things he is fighting to defend and he faces them this night. He would rather be home, but this is his choice and responsibility. The soldier hopes his countrymen appreciate what he is doing, but sometimes wonders. Then he tells himself it doesn't matter, he would be here anyway because of his love for his country and what he fights for. The soldier takes a moment to reach out and gently touch the Christmas tree he and his buddy had erected shortly before his death.


It's not really a tree at all, but a branch that had been blown off a tree by an artillery shell. They had dug a hole in the ground to set it up. Of course, they had no tinsel or ornaments, so they decorated it with clothing, empty cartridge shells, fashioned an angel for the top out of a ration box and hoped the Lord would understand. It was the only way the soldiers were able to honor the birth of Jesus Christ. During a quite moment the soldier hums Silent Night and wonders if anyone cares. Then he hears a voice from the darkness. "I was born this night to bring my Father's word to the world. My father is called by many different names and worshiped by many people in different ways. You fight for this freedom and belief and you are not alone. Your buddy is with my father now and you are not alone. Well done American soldier." The soldier says a prayer then reassumes his position. Where is this place that the soldier fights for our freedom? The name and place doesn't matter. It could be Valley Forge, Northern Virginia, The Ardennes, Chosin Reservoir, Korea, Vietnam or somewhere in Iraq or Afghanistan. For over 200 years there have been American soldiers far away from home, every Christmas, defending freedom. The soldiers are of both genders, all races and religions. Find a moment, whether with friends or family, or alone, and offer a prayer, asking our Savior to keep American soldiers out of harm's way and return them safely to their loved ones. God Bless our troops throughout the world and God Bless America. Have a safe and enjoyable Christmas. (Contact Vines at jim.helpingveterans@gmail.com.)