Final Inspection

Posted on December 30, 2011


The author is unknown. This was sent to me by Bruce Huffman who has authored several of my posts.

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 have not. 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.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for our military, pray for our men and women who have served, and are currently serving our country. And pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom….

A second soldier came to stand before God, his boots, spurs and Stetson were all in place.  The soldier saluted God and then stood at attention with a smile on his face.

God said, Soldier, I see that you are one of the best. Your Division never faltered and passed every test.  Now soldier, I am going to  send you to the prettiest place ever seen. It’s a place I have set aside for Cavalry Troopers, a place called “Fiddlers Green”.

The soldier once again saluted God and then did an about-face. He smiled as he knew all of his brothers were waiting for him in that special place.  He came to the stream and dipped his canteen to fill and then he gently rode his horse to the top of the hill.  On the other side of the hill, there at the opening to the Valley a sign God did have. It said “Welcome Home Charlie Troop 1/9th Cav.

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