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FC: A year in the life of the Charlie Chaos Family Iraq Deployment 2009-2010 Charlie Co 1/504th PIR

2: Work Hard

3: Play Harder!

10: Soldier Boy I remember when you were six years old, Many toys you used to have and hold, But your favorite were, without a doubt, Toy soldiers that you'd love to scatter about. You marched them up and down the stairs, Draped them over all my dining chairs, Lined them up with such precision, Ignoring your brother's fry derision. In your teen years it became obvious to me, That a soldier boy you were going to be, My heart sank the day you left our place, Full of optimism as you went on your way, I said,'go my son and take God's grace'. For many years now you have learnt your trade, A soldier born and a soldier made, A leader of men out on parade, To going on some dangerous nighttime raid. The noise, the sounds, the smells of war, God get over and done with this war. I like to think back now and then, to when you were six years old, and you played with your toy soldiers,with great laughter, fun, and joy, You were my precious little soldier boy! Author Unknown

22: Home Away,

23: From Home!

26: Paratrooper of the Day! October 2009

27: Pumpkin Patch Paratroopers

28: Me & My Soldier! | Bella | Kileaze | Winston | Kaylie | Jersey

29: Waiting for my Soldier's return! | Buck | FRISKY | Chomp | Sadie | Diva | Oliver

30: Army Strength

31: on the ground

32: by water

33: and in the sky

34: A Prayer for My Dad Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray dear Lord, my soul you will keep. My mommy says I need to pray, For many others on this day. But my daddy - he is a soldier, Of this I am sure you know, He helps protect our freedom, I was sad to see him go. Although I know he is safe with you, I would rather have him here, Because he is the one who always said With prayer, there is no fear. Dear Lord, I know you hear me, Way up in the sky, Please protect my daddy, And comfort me when I cry. I know he has a job to do And protects our Country With all his might But, I can’t help but wishing, Lord That he could be at home with me, tonight!




42: Twas 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 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 fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more, So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight. Soon 'round the world, the children would play, And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, Because of soldiers like this one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

43: The soldier awakened and 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." With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still, I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head. And I put on his t-shirt of gray and black, With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside. I didn't want to leave him on that cold dark night, This guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.

56: Home...

57: ...at last!

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  • Title: Charlie Chaos Co.
  • Military Yearbook of Deployment to Iraq
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  • Published: about 6 years ago

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