The final inspection

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    The soldier 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, you soldier,
    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 soldier waited quietly,
    For the judgment of his God.

    'Step forward now, you soldier,
    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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  3. napier

    napier LE Moderator Reviewer

    ..and on entering Heaven, the soldier got twatted on Buckfast, tried (unsuccessfuly) to shag an angel, lagged the Pearly Gates, Bezzered St Peter and finally fell asleep in a pool of his own vomit.
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  4. 'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
    'You dare come on parade like this?'
    'Please, sir, it's -' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.
    'I takes 'is name, sir?' - 'Please, and then dismiss.'

    Some days 'confined to camp' he got,
    For being 'dirty on parade'.
    He told me, afterwards, the damned spot
    Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.

    'Blood's dirt,' he laughed, looking away
    Far off to where his wound had bled
    And almost merged for ever into clay.
    'The world is washing out its stains,' he said.
    'It doesn't like our cheeks so red:
    Young blood's its great objection.
    But when we're duly white-washed, being dead,
    The race will bear Field-Marshal God's inspection.'
  5. Which S&G album is that from?
  6. And when God found him, he smiled and said "Let's get you back to the barracks, shall we? Don't want the Orderly Angel finding you in this state ... you'll be in no end of trouble if he does."
  7. The "poem" in the OP has been going viral round a lot of rugby mates. The only one who's served a day in Uniform is a ticket collector on the railways known as The Fat Controller who is thick as two short planks and the ultimate H4H/Poppy Fascist.
  8. Wilfred Owen. (not that you would know who he was).
  9. Are you posting from your 'safe house' you pompous, puddle-pantied oaf?
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