[FONT="]This was copied from a post by 875da over at Heavy Hitters USA.[/FONT]
[FONT="]This is spot on and should be read by all.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]While we sit at home worrying about our little problems, Private Bowe Bergdahl sits in a room with his Taliban captors worrying about ever seeing his family again. My problems may be big sometimes, but never that big. When they come home, honor them. When they don’t, never forget them. They are our heroes, our keepers, and our saviors.
Just my opinion of course, but something I think is too often overlooked.
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"IT'S THE SOLDIER"
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.
{author unknown}
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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?"[/FONT]
[FONT="]The Marine replied;
“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, he heard the following;
"Step forward now, you Marine, you've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets; you've done your time in Hell."
{Author Unknown}[/FONT]
[FONT="]This is spot on and should be read by all.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]While we sit at home worrying about our little problems, Private Bowe Bergdahl sits in a room with his Taliban captors worrying about ever seeing his family again. My problems may be big sometimes, but never that big. When they come home, honor them. When they don’t, never forget them. They are our heroes, our keepers, and our saviors.
Just my opinion of course, but something I think is too often overlooked.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
"IT'S THE SOLDIER"
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.
{author unknown}
________________________________________________________
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?"[/FONT]
[FONT="]The Marine replied;
“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, he heard the following;
"Step forward now, you Marine, you've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets; you've done your time in Hell."
{Author Unknown}[/FONT]