| James R. Clay, SSG E6 MOS: 64C30 Served: 1970 E-Mail: Address: Phone: Comments: |
| Sgt. James Clay and Pete O'Malley |
| Sgt. James Clay, others in background unknown |
| A dead soldier was facing God, For lives will always pass; He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward, now How shall I deal with you; Have you always turned the other cheek, To my bible always true?" The soldier snapped to attention, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't; It seems that we who carry guns, Can't always be a saint." "I've had to work most Sundays, My work was always rough; At times I have been violent, Because the job was tough." "But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep; Though I worked a lot of overtime, When my bills became to steep." "I never passed a cry for help, But often shook with fears, And sometimes, God, forgive me, I have wept unmanly tears." "I know I don't deserve a place, Among these good folks here; They never wanted me around, Unless a war was near." "But if you have room for me, It need not be too grand; I never had, or needed much, I'am sure you understand." A silence fell around that throne, Where saints had often trod; The dead soldier, with baited breath, Feared judgement from his God. "Step forward now, U.S. Soldier, You've borne your burdens well; Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done you're time in hell." |