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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 soldiet squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord, I guess I hav'nt, 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 is rough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because this world is awfully tough. But I never took a penny, That was'nt mine too keep. Though I worked alot of over time When the bills just go