A Soldier's Judgement from his God

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[Jeff Head]

A Soldier's Judgement from his God (My Title)

To all who serve, or love or care for those who do...

The soldier stood and faced his 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 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 fear.

If you've a place for me, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much;
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was 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.

[Jeff Head]

Freeper Squantos Fremailed this to me. We both thought it would be a good thing to post.

Thanks Squantos, this hits the mark!

[Jeff Head]

Here it is my friend, thanks!

[Jeff Head]

FYI...a moving tribute to our honorable soldiers and their likely, final lot.

[Joe Brower]

Gee, Squantos, I always knew you were a big, squishy, warm 'n' fuzzy guy deep down in yer heart! $;-)

Stay well!

[Joe 6-pack]

I saw this some time ago, but it's great to see it again!!! BUMP, and GOD bless our fighting men and women!!!!!

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks you two! Good poem.

[ladyinred]

Wonderful.

Too bad it is too long to fit on a poster at a rally.

[Triple]

Thanks for the ping...

[Jeff Head]

Do you have a source on it?

We couldn't figure out who wrote it or where it came from.

[Jeff Head]

LOL! hehehe

[Jeff Head]

You're welcome...I just posted it.

[Jeff Head]

Make each section two line instead of four, center it...and I bet you you could get it on a poster in parttrait mode.

[Squantos]

Thanks Jeff ! I have had that on a scrap of paper for a while now, carried in my wallet and found it yesterday.....the paper , not my wallet !

Both of Ya'll Stay Safe

[jjm2111]

Bookmarking bump! Excellent poem. I didn't figger you for the mushy type Squantos.

[ladyinred]

You might just have a solution. I would love to have that for a rally. Thanks!

[tiki]

bttt

[Fred Mertz]

Thanks for sharing.

[4CJ]

Kudos to Squantos - well done!

[Jeff Head]

Hehehe...now you're getting that old mushy, squishy, gushy reputation partner.

Better post some of those old field pictures to let folks know that it just ain't altogether so.

My kids accuse me of being a "burnt mashmellow", particularly now with the grandkids running around. Hard and crusty on the outside...but all soft inside!

LOL!

[Blood of Tyrants]

Here is the sailor's version.

A SAILOR'S PRAYER


I am sitting here and thinking
Of the day I left behind,
and I think I'll put on paper
What's running through my mind.

People on the outside think
A sailor's life is swell,
But I'll let you in on something Mate.
A sailor's life is hell!!

A sailor has one consoling thought.
Gather close and I will tell.
When I die I'll go to heaven
because I've DONE my time in hell.

I scrubbed a million bulkheads
And I've chipped miles of paint.
A meaner place this side of hell,
I'll swear to you there ain't.

I've stood for endless hours
Just waiting for my mail,
And I've stood a million watches
And had every special detail.

I've shined a million miles of brass
And I've scrubbed a million duds;
I've swanged a million hammocks
And I've peeled a million spuds.

I've cruised a million million miles
And I've made a million ports;
I've spent a million nights in jail
For trying to be a sport.

But when those final taps are sounded
And I lay aside life's cares,
I'll take my final shore leave
Right up those golden stairs.

'Tis then St. Peter will Greet me, and
He will yell,
"Take your front seat in heaven sailor,
You've spend your time in hell!!"