Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

Holiday Greetings and Special Appreciation to
Our U.S. Troops and the Troops of Our Allies

To the Troops: We want you to know that you remain in our hearts during this holiday season - just as you are every other day during the year. You are loved and supported in your decision to fight for the values of your Country!

Not being in your shoes right now, we can't possibly come close to envisioning the degree of courage and strength, and the expertise that you have had to use as a means of achieving your mission. I want you to know that we are proud of all of you and send our gratitude and respect for your efforts and bravery, so that we might all realize a better and more peaceful world. We know you are missing your loved ones, especially during the holidays, and hope you find comfort knowing that we are with you in spirit and that you are not forgotten!

Thank you to those who have supported Mikementzer.com and who write in about your HEAVY DUTY™ success. Mike would be proud to know that through his HEAVY DUTY teachings, he has helped you to build the physical strength needed to better perform your duties and enabled you to be inspired during off duty hours.

Looking forward to your safe return home!

Joanne Sharkey
Joanne Sharkey, President
Mentzer-Sharkey Enterprises, Inc.

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Note: The following was originally written by a U.S. Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan, asking that it be passed on to as many people as possible in appreciation.

Christmas Poem

‘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 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 through my mind.

For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I’d found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
the room is such disorder,
not how I pictured
a United States soldier.

Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?

I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and grown-ups would celebrate
a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying 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 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
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled 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 night."

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