capsoda
Well-Known Member
Just wanted to stop in and say hello. Still waitin on the VA to do surgery on my chicken wings but at least they are considering sending me to a specialist. We have a big sports medical center here where the rich and famous come to get their shoulder, knees, hips and what ever other joints that need it fixed. I do browse quite a bit in the wee hour of the mornings when I can't sleep. It helps relax me and I miss conversing with you all.
I have included a poem for all the vets on the forum.
~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!
I have included a poem for all the vets on the forum.
~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!
