The Final Inspection.

A Veterans Day Thought.The Final Inspection.

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 shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My Church, have you been true?

The soldier squared his shoulder and said,

“No, Lord, I guess I ain't...

Because of 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!”

Oldest Military Blogger Still is Here

My friend ,Dave asked me in an E-Mail,how did anything ever get to where it was supposed to go in the

turmoil on the Beach on D Day.

I told him to read my Blog on the Anniversary of D Day,for the best answer I remember. .

As far as to what and where the stuff that came ashore went  and how it got to its

proper destination, is the real miraculous mystery of the Landings successful culmination..

I can't tell you how it was accomplished first hand, but here is what I saw and got from 

my conversations in my two months on the Beach and 4 months in Cherbourg.

The first time we came ashore, was like a Movie Set...Unreal...Soaking wet, following the guy in front,

conscious of the shelling but moving, worried,but moving..When we stopped we hit the sand 

and looked back to see how far we had come...Not very far....an hour or so later on 

our way back to the S.S.Pickett  while waiting for a ride,  I looked around..... 

There were two Beach Masters, dressed in faded coveralls, Master Sargent insignia on their 

sleeves and on their hip,a holstered side arm, a baseball cap on the one standing, the other taking notes 

on one kneeling knee. Then I figured out what the rest of the multitude was doing.

There were two and a half ton trucks that were being loaded by Drivers 

and truck crews, with stuff from the DUKWs. They were coordinating with a group 

of MPs by radio when they could raise their head to look around...

The first day, stuff just came ashore...The DUKW,s went to the nearest boat,on 

its entry point into the water...

I understand, the Ships with what was 'most important" were anchored closest to the beach.

Soon as they were emptied they left for England.

Now the DUKWs had to go further out...The Vessels WERE NOT PERMITTED TO MOVE.

The second day there were at least 4 Beach Masters on our section of the beaches we worked, 

with the faded fatigue coveralls but without stripes and all were helmeted,. 

Not making the confusion any better.3 days of very bad weather.We got organized and after the 4th day,

that storm saved our ass as far as getting the hang of what was going on, 

Nothing moved to  shore.....The next day we went out with almost being swamped by rough seas...

Climbed up Cargo Nets over the side of the ship and went to work.

They couldn't get enough DUKWs out to unload the ship so we slept in the Hatch that we had just 

unloaded, filled with Jerry Cans of Gasoline.. .

We finished the job through the next morning and afternoon ,,,,]

We left just as we came...In this case,Over the starboard side facing the beach, holding on to the Cargo Nets. 

Jumping from the nets,DOWN on the upstroke, at the highest level of  6 to 8 feet 

into the heaving DUKWs, going down.The deck of the empty ship was more than 

18 feet at times, above the water at the number 2 hatch.When reaching the beach we 

were informed of a German Parachute Unit dropping behind our advancing front line 

that was heading for the Beach..

We had a wide awake night.

This was the only stoppage ever, of Delivering the Right Stuff...

Look up Port Chicago, California, if you  get a chance.

Love,

Finnegan

Thank you for your Service.

OMB Memorial Day 2015

My apologies to my many readers for not publishing more often....

But Hey!

I'm Here !

Came across this interesting article in the L.A. Times recently 

and can't resist sharing with you the first celebration of

Decoration Day in the USA

Decoration Day, as it was known in the 1800s, now 
is called Memorial Day,  
I wish I could type all the stuff I would want you to see, unfortunately, 
my poor abilities prevent me from communicating as thoroughly,here....
Please click on the link below to access what I'm trying to write ...


My very best wishes for a Safe and Healthy Memorial Weekend.
Thank you for your Service.
And as Ernie Pyle said on his best work,
Thanks Pal..Thanks.