I received this several years ago and mistakenly thought I had published it. For that, I apologize profusely to Member WGM of Texas fame. You may remember him from my book as I used him as a prime example of VA’s techniques in claims wrecking. Have a raging case of brain fog at the time, I can honestly say I don’t remember. Hep C wrecks so much of you life that it’s difficult to keep mind and soul together. Nevertheless, here in all it’s glory is something that probably should have been published on the first day of my blog’s existence. Even now, reading it several years later still elicits a lump in my throat. With the advent of Veterans Day around the corner, it seems more appropriate now than ever to share it.
I’m pretty sure I won’t have to go through this inspection drill unless they liberalize the rules for getting in. Being one of those who was in charge of Beer summits between God and Gooks, I suspect I don’t qualify. I guess I’ll keep my shoes shined and my hair trimmed just in case…
THE FINAL INSPECTION
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, 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 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.’