Wednesday, December 4, 2013

A G.I.'s Christmas Carol

I've got a decent record collection going in the abode of the Mistress of History. Most from the 30s-50s. One such gem is a pressing that contains two 1/2 hour Bing Crosby radio shows, Christmas themed. I was sitting down listening to this sweetheart of a record when I was reminded of the following poem. Called the G.I.'s Christmas Carol it was written by Lt. Col. Darrell Rathburn during the Korean War. The poem was printed in several newspapers at the time and read on air by Bing. I decided to share it with you all.  It was hard to find a copy online so I simply transcribed it from the record.  Enjoy! 

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the tent
Was the odor of fuel oil (the stovepipe was bent).
The shoepacs were hung by the oil stove with care,
In hopes that they'd issue each man a new pair.
The weary GI's were sacked out in their beds,
And visions of sugar-babes danced through their heads,
When up on the ridgeline there rose such a clatter
(A Chinese machine gun had started to chatter)
I rushed to my rifle and threw back the bolt.
The rest of my tent-mates awoke with a jolt.
Outside, we could hear our platoon Sergeant Kelly,
A hard little man with a little pot belly.
"Come Yancey, come Clancey, come Conners and Watson,
"Up Miller, up Shiller, up Baker and Dodson!"
We tumbled outside in a swirl of confusion,
So cold that each man could have used a transfusion.
"Get up on that hilltop and silence that Red,
"And don't you come back till you're sure that he's dead."
Then putting his thumb up in front of his nose,
Sergeant Kelly took leave of us shivering Joe's
But we heard him say in a voice soft and light:
"Merry Christmas to all-may you live through the night."