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			<title>The final inspection</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<b>THE FINAL <br />INSPECTION</b><br /><br />The Soldier stood and faced God,<br /><br />Which must always come to pass.<br /><br />He hoped his shoes were shining,<br /><br />Just as brightly as his br...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<b>THE FINAL <br />INSPECTION</b><br /><br />The Soldier stood and faced God,<br /><br />Which must always come to pass.<br /><br />He hoped his shoes were shining,<br /><br />Just as brightly as his brass..<br /> <br /><br />'Step forward now,Soldier ,<br /><br />How shall I deal with you?<br /><br />Have you always turned the other cheek?<br /><br />To My Church have you been true?'<br /><br />The soldier squared his shoulders and said,<br /><br />'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.<br /><br />Because those of us who carry guns,<br /><br />Can't always be a saint.<br /> <br /><br />I've had to work most Sundays,<br /><br />And at times my talk was tough.<br /><br />And sometimes I've been violent,<br /><br />Because the world is awfully rough.<br /><br /><br />But, I never took a penny,<br /><br />That wasn't mine to keep...<br /><br />Though I worked a lot of overtime,<br /><br />When the bills got just too steep.<br /> <br /><br />And I never passed a cry for help,<br /><br />Though at times I shook with fear..<br /><br />And sometimes, God, forgive me,<br /><br />I've wept unmanly tears.<br /> <br /><br />I know I don't deserve a place,<br /><br />Among the people here.<br /><br />They never wanted me around,<br /><br />Except to calm their fears<br /><br /><br />If you've a place for me here, Lord,<br /><br />It needn't be so grand.<br /><br />I never expected or had too much,<br /><br />But if you don't, I'll understand.<br /> <br /><br />There was a silence all around the throne,<br /><br />Where the saints had often trod.<br /><br />As the Soldier waited quietly,<br /><br />For the judgment of his God.<br /><br /><br />'Step forward now, you Soldier,<br /><br />You've borne your burdens well.<br /><br />Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,<br /><br />You've done your time in Hell.'<br /> <br /><br />Author Unknown~<br /> <br /><br /><b>It's the Soldier, not the reporter <br />Who has given us the freedom of the press.</b><br /><br /><b>It's the Soldier, not the poet, <br />Who has given us the freedom of speech.</b><br /><br /><b>It's the Soldier, not the politicians <br />That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..<br /></b><br /> <br /><b>It's the Soldier who salutes the flag, <br />Who serves beneath the flag, <br />And whose coffin is draped by the flag.</b><br /><br /><br /><b>THESE COLORS DON'T RUN<br /><br />AMEN!</b>]]></content:encoded>
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