SGT Sean Brady Berry
September 5, 1979 - October 3, 2005
Rest In Peace Brother.
Cavalry Scout's Final
Inspection
Written By: An unknown Cavalry
Scout
The Scout stood and
faced his God
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his boots were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you
Scout,
How shall I deal with you?"
"Have you always turned the other cheek?"
"To My Church have you been true?"
The Scout squared his
shoulders and honestly he replied,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those who live and die as a Scout
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work on
many Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And some times have called for violence,
Because the world is awfully rough.
There were times when the Mission called
for a position and a steady aim.
And a bad man fell that day,
and I never knew his name.
But, I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep.
I was honest with my share of the load,
and at times there was little sleep.
Lord, We never passed a
cry for help
though at times we shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've cried some manly tears.
I know I don't deserve
a place
among the people here.
I've never really fit in with this crowd,
except to calm their fears.
If you have 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 Scout waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
God looked up from his
book,
with a gleam of a warrior in His eye.
He proudly stared at His Scout
for reasons only 'the few' know why.
"There is a special
place I have
set aside for tried and true.
In fact there is a small group of Scouts
already waiting for you."
"Step forward, now, you
Scout,
you've borne your burdens well.
Walk in peace on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
The Scout almost lost
composure
as he started to jump and shout.
But instead he raised his arm to a salute,
And said, "Lord God,
Scouts Out."
