Every December I post this poem. I’m sure it hits home with a lot of you.
If you served, thank you for your Service.
If you served in combat, thank you for your service and Welcome Home.
May God continue to Bless America, and all of you guys.
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
If it weren't for the United States military,
There'd be NO United States of America.
SOMEONE HAS TO HOLD OUR COUNTRY IN THEIR HANDS.
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, 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.'
~Author Unknown~
It's the Soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures
Our right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.
CamT
Loc: La Porte, Texas
Amen and Amen Hack 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Hack, I have seen that poem many times and it never fails to pull the heart strings.
CamT wrote:
Amen and Amen Hack 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Thanks Cam. Y’all have a Merry Christmas.🎄🎁
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
Slimshady wrote:
Hack, I have seen that poem many times and it never fails to pull the heart strings.
Same here Slim. Thank you Brother.
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
Hear here and more. Thanks Hack.
A soldier* stood at the golden gate,
his face was worn and old.
"What did you do" St. Peter asked,
"to seek admission to the fold?"
"I fought for freedom down on Earth
for many and many a year."
The gate swung sharply open then,
and St. Peter touched the bell.
"Come in and take a harp" said he,
"you've had your share of hell."
* substitute sailor, airman, marine, or whoever!
Thank you OZ. I really appreciate you and it.
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
Amen, well said, beautiful piece! Have a Merry Christmas, Hack!
Amen, and thank you to all who served.
hacksaw wrote:
Every December I post this poem. I’m sure it hits home with a lot of you.
If you served, thank you for your Service.
If you served in combat, thank you for your service and Welcome Home.
May God continue to Bless America, and all of you guys.
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
If it weren't for the United States military,
There'd be NO United States of America.
SOMEONE HAS TO HOLD OUR COUNTRY IN THEIR HANDS.
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, 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.'
~Author Unknown~
It's the Soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures
Our right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.
Every December I post this poem. I’m sure it hits ... (
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Thank you Hack. That’s awesome🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
hacksaw wrote:
Every December I post this poem. I’m sure it hits home with a lot of you.
If you served, thank you for your Service.
If you served in combat, thank you for your service and Welcome Home.
May God continue to Bless America, and all of you guys.
Hack 🇺🇸🍺🍺
If it weren't for the United States military,
There'd be NO United States of America.
SOMEONE HAS TO HOLD OUR COUNTRY IN THEIR HANDS.
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, 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.'
~Author Unknown~
It's the Soldier, not the reporter,
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians that ensures
Our right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.
Every December I post this poem. I’m sure it hits ... (
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We can’t hear it enough, Hack. I just wish more realized it…🐟on
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