Our Christmas Guardians.
Some of them aren’t home for holiday.
By Ralph Peters
Each year at Christmas, we remember our troops, far from home, standing be tween us and the latest Herods out to slaughter the innocents.
As a former soldier, my thoughts are with the “ground pounders” out there, whether in Iraq, Afghanistan or Fort Hood, Texas. The challenges they face are immeasurably greater than those we faced in the black-boot, Cold War Army.
But we all have our special memories. I recall Christmases in the 1st Battalion of the 46th Infantry, in Germany, three decades ago. Our Army was far poorer then, without the lavish support we provide today.