Someone sent me this poem:

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 should I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you always 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`ve worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep`

`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 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 Heavens streets
You`ve done your time in hell`.

Author Unknown

I don't always support the wars we get into, but I always support our troups, always.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

A beautiful poem