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THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining bright
Just as brightly as his brass
"Step forward now, soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you 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 rough,
I've had to break your rules my Lord
Because the world is awfully tough,
But, I never took a thing
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 often trod
As the soldier waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now, soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in HELL."

~ Author Unknown ~

I do not know who wrote this next poem except that he was a Marine Gunny Sargent
and I  remember reading it and was so moved by it that
I copied it and placed it in my scrape book.  I tried to live up to the
ideals and goal that men placed in me as a United States Navy Hospital Corpsman.
And I hope all other Navy Corpsman continue to live up to it!
(if you should read this poem and know who wrote it please contact me so that I may give credit where much credit is deserved.)
 

Corpsman Up!

Up at the front and filled with fear
He pleads with God, "Don't leave me here!"
Wounded and bleeding and hunched with pain
Thrown on his back in the mud and rain.
Others went down, some hit, all scared.
No one moved; no on dared!
We'd moved swiftly through the paddy mire.
And then it happend; enemy fire!

It's "Corpsman up!" when things get hot
The nearest thng to God we got.
"Corpsman up!" to save a breath;
"Corpsman up!" in the face of death.
Stop the bleeding; treat for shock.
No time for hesitation "Doc"
Patch him up and get him back,
Back to the rear; call a medivac.

Operating room well lit and clean;
Doctors waiting, dressed in green.
Operate with speed and skill;
Experts with determined will
Save lives or limbs to save dreams
No matter how impossible it seem
Work on in sweat and mud and grime;
To save a life... there's not much time!

You joined the Navy to learn your trade.
And went to school and made the grade.
It's "Corpsman up!" when rounds are flying;
"Corpsman up!" when men are dying.
You're one of us, a grunt with grit.
Like it or no, you just can't quit.

"Corpsman up!" step ofut of ranks!
"Corpsman up!" --- and accept our thanks.
 

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feeling I have for my fellow soilder and those who have not returned.
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