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 Sergeant 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 and said, No Lord, I guess I aint Because of those of us who carry guns Cant always be a saint. Ive had to work on Sundays And at times my talk was rough And sometimes Ive been violent, Because my missions have been tough. And I never left a man behind, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, Ive wept unmanly tears. And I know I dont deserve a place Among the people here, They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If youve a place for me here, Lord, It need not be so grand, I never expected or had too much, But if you dont, Ill understand. There was a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod As the Marine waited quietly, For the judgement of his God. Step forward now, Marine Youve borne your burdens well Walk peacefully on Heavens streets, Youve done your time in HELL. Semper Fi
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