Adapted from “The Final Inspection” The Royal 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, you Royal Marine, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true? ” The Royal Marine 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 forgot that you were near. 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 Royal Marine waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. “Step forward now, you Royal Marine, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, There is a space for you!”

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.