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Dear sweer soldier of mine I hope you are doing fine I pray daily for your safe return Home,today is not to soon Marching off to the war Please let me thank you One more time Thank you for your sacrifice Thank you for your time Always in my thoughts Forever in my mind If tommorrow finds you in this war I know that our freedom Is what you are fighting for So please let me thank you One more time Oh thank you dear sweet soldier of mine You're always in my prayers And always on my mind.
I found this poem in a local T.V guide at our grocery store and wanted to share it with all of you. The author is Kelle-Irene Marie Carter. She wrote it for Sgt. David Wheeler who is stationed in Iraq.
By imaqt1962 from illinois
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RE: "Soldier of mine"-Poem
- Subject: Fwd: final inspection
Please with pride pass this on!
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~
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, Liberty 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.

RE: "Soldier of mine"-Poem
That is beautiful. I hope that you don't mind that I copied it to share with friends. I have several friends who have either sons, brothers, or fathers in the military in Iraq right now. I have started a small collection of "military" poems. Thanks so for sharing.
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