The Final Inspection

The solider 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,

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 overtime,

When the bills just got 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 clam their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,

It need'nt be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you dont I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod.

As the solider 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~ 

Sgt. Joshua Helterbran

 224th Engineer Battalion

After two years of searching for the author

of this amazing poem, I received an email from the mother of this solider.

After writing to him he has granted me permission to continue displaying his

work that has touched so many hearts & souls.

I wish to extend my heartfelt thanks to Sgt. Helterbran for his service to our wonderful country & for sharing such a personal side of himself, which has been a great source of comfort and the start to the healing for so many.

Thank You Sir & God Bless You!