Teddy Bear Peace Keepers in Afghanistan

Not only do our teddy bears journey far and wide to exotic locations, like Hawaii and Antarctica, they also travel to become Peace Keepers in Afghanistan.

In the fall 2004, two of our teddy bears landed in Afghanistan, where they had their picture taken with a couple of young girls. 

 

The students were able to connect with a contingent of Canadian servicemen and women stationed in Afghanistan.  Emails were received and sent and through the eyes of the troops the students were able to learn that in a country far displaced from home, the troops were making a difference in the lives of the people who lived there.

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In one of the emails, a Canadian Warrant Officer wrote about how things had settled down for the last while, with the country having just finished Ramadan.  Local war lords were starting to return equipment and amunition, as well as the public returning amunition to local patrols.  It was a good start and the men and women could now feel like they were making a difference in the lives of many.

In one email, received close to Christmas, it was requested that a poem, written by a Peace keeping soldier stationed overseas be sent "…to as many people as you can."  I have reprinted the poem below:

     ‘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 medial and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I 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 in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a Canadiand Soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the famlies 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 grownups 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 solider 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 Honour 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".

 Canadian soldier stationed overseas.

Thank you to all of our soldiers, near and far, who support Peace so that we, and others, might be free!

Our featured bear, Fuzzy, stayed in Kabul with the young girls, as Brad, our Canadian Peace Keeper returned home.

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