Craig Barber

My little solider

Not a day goes by without thinking about you, you were my soulmate and we miss you so much. Bradley still talks about you always and we are so proud of you. Hope your watching over us from up there and until we meet again babe........my heart will always belong 2 you.
Love from your wife and son
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Donna Barber (Wife) March 7, 2009

I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SKY
BUT THE WIND BLEW IT AWAY

I WORTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND
BUT THE WAVES WASHED IT AWAY

I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART
AND FOREVER IT WILL STAY.

Karen Glaze February 18, 2009

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 Just Who, In This Small Home Did Live

I Looked All About, 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 A Far Distant Land
With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds.
Then A Sober Thought Came Into My Mind

For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,
T'was 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 In Disorder
Not How I Pictured A Lone Soldier..
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read,
Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed

I Realised The Families That I Saw This Night
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight
And Soon Round The World The Children Would Play
And Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day

They All Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year
Because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.
I Couldn't Help But Wonder, How Many 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, 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 Sat And Shivered From The Cold Nights Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold Dark Night,
This Guardian Of Honour, So Willing To Fight...

Then The Soldier Rolled Over With A Voice Soft And Pure
Whispered "carry On Santa, Christmas Day Is Secure"
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
"Merry Christmas My Friend - And To All A Good Night!"



This Poem Was Written By A British Peace Keeping Soldier
Stationed Overseas.

Elizabeth Maxwell December 27, 2008

sweet dreams

May you sleep tight angel. Our thoughts are with you and your family.
You are a hero. xxx

Kelly Olley December 20, 2008

for you craig

* + * * + .
+ . . * + . + * . * +
* . + *SHOWING .* + .
+ . . * + . + * . * + .
+ , *SOME. + * LOVE+ *
+ . . * + . + * . * + .*
.TO * * + . * THIS.* .
. * + * * + . *+ *
+HERO ..ANGEL.. * + . +
+ ....* + . + * . * +
CRAIG
. * + * * . + * .*.++
. * + * * + .
x x x x x x x x x x

Monica Allan November 24, 2008

sweet dreams

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Monica Allan November 18, 2008

They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them.
-- Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

Nen October 23, 2008

HERO

SO BRAVE BUT SO YOUNG TO GO SO SOON SO PLACE YOUR HEAD SO GENTLE UPON AN ANGELS WING CLOSE YOUR EYES DONT BE AFRAID BRAVE SOILDER AND REST IN PEACE X

Carolann Watson September 26, 2008

hero

well done for that you all do for this country
may you rest in peace,
love to all your family xxx

Terriseta Fisher September 24, 2008

God Bless

At the rising sun and at its going down we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter we remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring we remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer we remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends we remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us. As we remember them. When we are weary and in need of strength we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make we remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share we remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs we remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live,
For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

God Bless you brave soldier, you lost your life for your country, you will never be forgotten.
Shine brightly over your family.
Goodnite God Bless love Carol x ♥

Carol Eardley September 24, 2008