I have no words for this right now... JMJ atriot: The Final Inspection The Marine 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, O' Devil-Dog, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? 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... 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 fear. 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 'round the throne Where saints had often trod As the Marine awaited quietly, The judgment of his God, Step forward now, My Fine Marine, You've borne your burdens well, Walk your post on Heaven's streets, You've served your time in hell.