What is your most memorable Christmas while deployed?

South Pole. We had a diesel carving contest. Our tree was made of cans, candy wrappers, and licorice. Dinner was ham and turkey with all the fixings. Since the sun was up 24/7, everyone noticed they missed the night time "eve" part of it.

On Christmas Eve 1970 I was on duty at Monkey Mountain, RVN (Panama Control) when a deep voice boomed out over Guard frequency - "This is God on Guard - Happy Birthday Son"
And just as quick a smaller voice piped up on Guard - "Thanks Pop!”

I was chuckling over that the rest of the night.

My folks sent me a decorated tree for my room and a bunch of gifts to go under it.

The chow hall had a spectacular feed and I stuffed my cargo pant pockets with apples and oranges for Mama-San's kids - these were almost unheard-of for the Vietnamese at the time.

My most memorable Christmas while being deployed was in Vietnam, December 1966, when LZ Bird was trying to be over run by the NVA. It was a major battle with the First Cav kicking ass. Two of my friends who worked at the POL were captured, never to be heard of again. We lifted off right after the attack began. There were many NVA but they weren't good enough to defeat us. Read the attached link:
http://www.troynovant.com/Franson/Marshall-SLA/Bird.html

Camp Estelle, Afghanistan 2013. The 838th AEAG Spartans and our Italian Air Force Friends gathered together on Christmas Night, to a bonfire. I had a content look on my face that night as my own year long deployment was coming to an end. While I missed my wife and kids terribly, I couldn't ignore one of the few moments of true camaraderie we get to experience in the military today. That night and that deployment for that matter are experiences I will never forget.

Christmas Day 1971. We were A few miles off Da Nang waiting for Bob Hope to come aboard. The fog was so bad he couldn't make. Instead of a Bob Hope show on Christmas Day we moved out of the fog and flew missions into Laos. What a merry Christmas that was

Berlin 1984. We got drunk and snuck over to the Battalion Comanders head quarters. He had just had it landscaped that fall. We cut down one of his pine trees with an e-tool. Took it back to our room and decorated it. It's said he is still looking for us.

Mine was Desert Storm...we had already deployed from Germany to Saudi Arabia around 12/09/90 for Desert Shield. My 2 other brothers and I were sent to different locations in Saudi Arabia prepping for combat and this was the first combat operation which we would serve together.

It was scary as hell because we had no way of contacting each other, even though I had Global DSN and could call anywhere. I spent my Christmas eating the REAL ARMY MREs and T-Rations before we were able to go to KKMC on a log run which we put money together and bought several whole chicken which we grilled out in the hot desert.

I remember it well because as soon as the chicken were ready to eat, we were HIT by one of Saudi's dust storm which covered EVERYTHING in dust!!!

Some Merry Christmas that was! LOL

I went straight from Vietnam to my next duty assignment. Do not pass-go / do not collect $200. I served in Vietnam as a member of the Marine Security Guard detachment at the American Embassy in Saigon at the time of its evacuation in 1975. Evac'd, float to Manila and here are your orders: American Consulate in Asmara, Ethiopia where I would receive hazardous duty pay for my entire time there (civil war had just broken out and we were literally stuck in the middle between two adversaries, neither of which liked us / but that's all another story). How does this relate to Christmas? I received orders in mid-December that transferred me to the embassy in Brussels, Belgium and did so on Christmas Eve. I was very thankful for Christmas 1975 - alone, brand new arrival but didn't have to worry about incoming or any of the "to whom it may concerns" that were common in northern Ethiopia and Vietnam earlier that year. Still remember dinner that Christmas: hot dogs on toasted raisin bread, the only thing in the Marine House kitchen. But at least it was peaceful.

In December of 1969 I was at Phu Bai, in the former Republic of Viet Nam. I was the new guy (fng) and while not being satisfied with being low man on the totem pole, I had incurred the wrath of my 1st Sergeant by getting drunk and fighting. So while my comrades enjoyed the Bob Hope show at Camp Eagle, I listened to the show on AFVN radio on a tiny transistor radio while I pulled a 12 hour day guard shift in a bunker on the perimeter, pouring down monsoon rain and a lovely Christmas dinner of cold C ration turkey. I was a miserable little pup but I learned my lesson.

Capturing Saddam Hussein during the month of December, Christmas week back in 2003. And receiving care packages during the holidays while in Tikrit Iraq.