my brother was being very bad one year.. being mean to his siblings and all the time my mom kept saying santa is watching.. Christmas rolled around and as the others opened and began playing with new toys... he sat and cried... he opened this big wrapped box to find a chunk of coal sitting in the bottom.. my mom let him cry for a good 30 min. before finding a few real gifts hiding.
I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.