Re: Lest we forget...
Final Inspection
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
No lord I guess I ain't,
Because those of us that carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep,
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,Lord,
It needn't be too grand.
I never expected, or had too much,
But if you don't, I will understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
Step forward now you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on heavens streets,
You've done your time in Hell.
Author Unknown
When someone tells you nothing is impossible, tell them to go slam a revolving door
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