| The Final Inspection. |
| The marine stood and faced his God, Wich must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shinning just as bright as his brass. "Step forward now, you devil dog, How should 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 ain't" "Because those of us who cary guns, can't always be a saint" I've had to work most Sunday's and at sometimes my talk was rough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfully tough But, I've never stollen a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked alot of overtime When the bill just got to steep And I've never passed a cry for help, Though at sometimes I shook woth fear, And at sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. And I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people hear. They never wanted me around, Accept to calm there fears. if you've a place for me here, lord It needn't be so grand, Inever expected or had to much, but if you don't I'll understand There was a silence around the throne, Where the saints had often trod, As the Marine waited quietly, For the judgement of his God "Step forward now, Marine You've borne you're burdons well, Walk peacefully on heavens streets, You've served you're time in HELL. Semper Fi, Sempius Exertus, Semper Fidelas, Frater Infantas Often tested, Always Faithful, Brothers forever |
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