I don't know who wrote "THE
FINAL INSPECTION", but PLEASE keep this going!
If it weren't for the United States military,
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the Military, please pass this on.
If it weren't for the United States military,
There'd be NO United States
of America.
THE 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.
THE 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, 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 who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
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 who 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 just got 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
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 just got 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 so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There
was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step
forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
~Author Unknown
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
~Author Unknown
It's
the Soldier, not the reporter
Who
has given us the feedom of the press.
It's
the Soldier, not the poet,
Who
has given us the freedom of speech.
It's
the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures
Our
right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of
Happiness.
It's
the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And
whose coffin is draped by the flagWho serves beneath the flag,
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the Military, please pass this on.
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