Please remember our service men and women

[wings]

 

 

 

THE FINAL INSPECTION

 

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.'

 

 

[Guest spin cycle]

very good

[walterbmasson]

 

wings  very well put worth there place anywhere

[Guest strapper]

im no poet but here goes 8) 8)

 

They gave their lives the gallent ones

To protect the ones they left behind,

All those familes who will never see again

Their heroes..installed into their minds.

 

each year its only right we should

remember those that died the brave,

All colours of different dress they dorn

Salute them.. for the thousands they saved.

 

Laid down on the holy cenotaph

Flowers of all and every bloom,

Sing herald the brave of each new war

We remember them all in tune.

 

The poppy signalled the heroes

That died on the field that day,

It now stands to remember those that died

To make us free to live this way.

 

So when ever you see a poppy

Just remember what was given to you,

Life to live as you want too!

The thouands that died ..so brave and so true.

 

 

we all cant be poets

[Guest]

Both poems are very moving .

I liked the one that the Father of a soldier who had been killed read out on Remembrance Sunday on BBC1.

[mark croker]

My mate was killed by an irag police man the other week,  wings poem is him, he always like to help people, did no harm, just loved his country and died for his country,   Hope you got in to heaven mate, Save me a seat at the bar,

 

R.I.P STE

[Frazer]

Moving words guys sorry to hear about your mate mark, a hero is a very overused word these days but not for our brave servicemen and women everyone of them are heroes in my eyes.  

[Guest strapper]

a guy i know who came from my town was the 200th soldier to be killed.

i was speaking to his father other week..who is a farmer.

i dont think we can imagine what fear must be till we are on level circumstances as these soldiers.

yet they go out day after day and face it.

[walterbmasson]

 

 

 

mark croker  sorry to hear about your mate  there will be a lot of sad hearts this christmas for there loved ones STRAPPER YOU DID VERY WELL AS AN UP AND COMING POET