A Soldier's Dream .. things to make you think about......


Millennium Tree
"As mankind emerges from the mists of time to enter a new millennium, hope abounds that all nations will be united in friendship and love (hidden faces) encircle our fragile and incredibly complex world. The D.N.A. bracelet twines round the "helping hand" guiding the younger hand of humanity that strives to explore and learn so much more.

You will find a number of famous characters that have influenced and shaped our past, present and future e.g. Darwin, Einstein, Beethoven etc. The left side symbolizes nature - while the right symbolizes  technology and the future. The dove symbolizes peace and the rainbow hope. The hands either side of the tree symbolize the need for our beautiful world to be protected forever"  Josephine Wall



 Soldier's Dream is dedicated to LT JOHN ROBERT PAINTER JR., M.I.A., presumed dead on 18 June, 1971.  I didn't know this brave man at the time I was his name on the Viet Nam Memorial in Washington, DC, but I did a tracing of his name, framed and hung it on my wall at   home.  After spending many years searching for Johnny's family I was quite excited to find them in November, 2002.  Contact was made with Johnny's sister and brother-in-law who told me the bittersweet story of Johnny's life and death.  They gave me these pictures and kindly granted permission for me to add Johnny to this page

A Soldier's Dream


T'was 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 in this home just who did live.
 I looked all about, what a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came to my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I found the house of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
 Was this the hero of whom I just read,
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed.
I realized the families that I saw that night,
Owed their lives to those soldiers who were willing to fight


 Soon around the world the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers like the one laying here.
  I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
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."
 The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent and still,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier turned over with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "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 nite
Author Unknown


In loving honor of my brother,
Harry E. Painter III,
a VN vet who returned home to tell the story.


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