FOURTH OF JULY 2014!
SADLY IT IS JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR MOST AMERICANS.
As we watch our President divide Americans instead of uniting us, we have another day remembered by some as the day we became free from oppression. The majority of Americans, including some of my own family, have no idea what freedom cost in American lives to gain our independence. Some like myself do remember how many lives were lost to protect these freedoms in two world wars.
Most Americans today celebrate it as a holiday to avoid work. These same people look at war during their lifetime as a waste of money created by politicians to get re-elected and sadly they are correct when you study Korea, Viet Nam, Iraq and Afghanistan. Unfortunately we have lost thousands of American lives fighting these political wars. If we were attacked tomorrow like we were when I was a boy of eleven by the Japanese, America would lose. A country so divided by Obama would never get off welfare to build weapons and God forbid, who would volunteer to risk their life like the young men I watched as a boy. Some 500,000 never got back in WWII.
God bless our military that risk their lives to make sure half of America survives from the hard work of the other half who work and serve our country. Just keep ignoring the threats that will materialize or look forward to the civil war our President desires.
To celebrate the 4th of July 2014 I beg you to at least read every word what follows. I don’t know who wrote “THE FINAL INSPECTION” but they have my full respect. I hope this circles the globe. If it weren’t for the United States military, there’d be no United States of America.
“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, 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.’
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.
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for our Military, dead and alive, please tell every freedom loving American you know to read this this.
“GOD PLEASE SAVE AMERICA FROM OUR OWN POLITICIANS!”