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Cascadia Priory: Order of St George Canada

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Cascadia Priory: Order of St George Canada
Tickets will go on sale by early February. In the event of cancellation of the dinner due to the current pandemic, full refunds will be made for tickets purchased. We will be arranging a block booking of accommodations through the UBC Conference Centre for out of town guests. Details to follow sometime in April.cascadiacommand-ostg.org/projects-in-development/second-annual-unsung-heroes-gala-sometime-in-2022/ ... See MoreSee Less

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Cascadia Priory: Order of St George Canada

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Cascadia Priory: Order of St George Canada

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Cascadia Priory: Order of St George Canada
Timeline photosT'was the night before ChristmasHe lived all alone,in a one bedroom housemade of plaster and stone.I had come down the chimney with presents to giveTo see just who, in this dwelling did live.I looked around A strange sight to seeNo tinsel, no presents, Not even a tree.On the wall hung picturesof far distant lands.Medals 'n badges, awards of every kind;A sobering thought came alive in my mind.This house was different...it was dark, it was dreary.I had found the home of a soldier,I could see that most clearly.The soldier lay sleeping,Silent, Alone; Curled up on the floorIn this one bedroom home.His face was so gentle,The room in such disorder;Not at all how I pictureda brave, courageous, soldier.Was this the heroof whom I'd just read;Curled up on a poncho,the floor for a bed?Then I realized the other familiesI saw this night,Owed their lives to soldiersWho were willing to fight.In the morning, round the world,Children would play;Grown-ups would celebrateA bright Christmas Day.But they all enjoy freedomEach month of the year,Because of soldiersLike the one lying here.I couldn't help but wonderHow many lay alone,On a cold Christmas EveIn lands far from home.The very thoughtBrought a tear to my eyes;I dropped to my knees,I started to cry.The soldier awakenedI heard his 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.But, I couldn't control it,I continued to weep.I kept watch for hours,So silent and still;As both of us shiveredFrom the cold night's chill.I didn't want to leave himOn that cold, dark night;This guardian of honour,So willing to fight.Then, the soldier rolled over,In a voice soft and pure,He whispered, "Carry on Santa,It's Christmas Day, all is secure."One look at my watch,I knew he was right.Merry Christmas my friend,May God bless you this night.Marine Corps Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt 1986 Source: With a slight change of working, this poem has become known as - "A Soldier's Silent Night"The original poem "Merry Christmas, My Friend" ... See MoreSee Less

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