thedrifter
06-21-02, 08:02 AM
Nomad/ George Morrow
All Your Marines Miss your Words of Wisdom and Integrity you have give us....
Rest in Peace my Friend;
Sempers,
Roger
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Marine stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes wew shining
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other check?
To My Church have you been true?"
The Marine squared his shoulders 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...
Through, 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 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 silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's street,
You've done your time in Hell."
TO ALL THAT SERVE,
SEMPER FIDELIS
AND WHEN HE GOES TO HEAVEN.......
TO ST. PETER HE WILL TELL, ........
ONE MORE SOLIDER REPORTING SIR....
I SERVED MY TIME IN HELL......
http://www.vietvet68.com/graphics/guardians.jpg
All Your Marines Miss your Words of Wisdom and Integrity you have give us....
Rest in Peace my Friend;
Sempers,
Roger
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Marine stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes wew shining
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other check?
To My Church have you been true?"
The Marine squared his shoulders 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...
Through, 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 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 silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's street,
You've done your time in Hell."
TO ALL THAT SERVE,
SEMPER FIDELIS
AND WHEN HE GOES TO HEAVEN.......
TO ST. PETER HE WILL TELL, ........
ONE MORE SOLIDER REPORTING SIR....
I SERVED MY TIME IN HELL......
http://www.vietvet68.com/graphics/guardians.jpg