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|05-15-2009, 10:13 AM||#1|
Join Date: Jan 2009
Marines Final Inspection
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Marine 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, Marine,
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 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 streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
SEMPER FI MARINES
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|05-15-2009, 10:46 AM||#2|
Advanced Senior Member
Join Date: Nov 2005
Re: Marines Final Inspection
You can have your Army Khaki,
You can have your Navy blue,
But there's still another fighter
I will introduce to you.
The uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen
The Huns, they called him Devil Dog,
But the real name is Marine.
He is trained at Parris Island,
The land that God forgot,
Where the sand is fourteen inches deep,
And the sun is scorching hot.
He has set many a table,
Many a dish he had dried,
He is taught to make a bed
And a broom he sure can guide.
He has peeled a million onions,
Twice as many spuds,
And spends his spare time
Washing out his duds.
When he gets to heaven,
To Saint Peter he will tell,
"Another Marine reporting, Sir
I've served my time in hell."
--Pistolenschutze (Pistol Shooter)