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A little poem

Jun 28, 2019
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I’ve been feeling very melancholy recently and have had a few tussles with the black dog. In an effort to try finding something to divert my attention to help me focus I came upon a poem though it’s not my belief it hit many emotions in me.

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, 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 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 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 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.
 "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~
 Remember, it is the Soldier, not the reporter 
     Who has given us the freedom of the press. 
 It is the Soldier, not the poet, 
     Who has given us the freedom of speech.
 It is the Soldier Who salutes the flag, 
     Who serves beneath the flag,
     and Whose coffin is draped by the flag, 
  who allows the protester to burn the flag.

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