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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~

    ************************************************** ************************

    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, <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Liberty</st1:place></st1:City> 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.

    If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the Military,
    please pass this on and pray for our men and women
    who have served and are currently serving our country
    and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.

    I’m here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
    I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
    I’m here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
    And tonight it’s only you and me

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