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American Battle Monuments Commission
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fund, we would love to hear from you. Please contact me to discuss what you can do or with any ideas you have to make
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This will take you to the Presidents National Day of Prayer Site.
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?' The soldier squared his shoulders
and 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 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. '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~
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