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A Soldier's Seven Guardian Angels by Gary Jacobson
Watching over Nam’s contentious combat drills Observed soldiers defending liberty Battling dreaded tyranny, Fighting for a nation’s ideals brave and free, So far from home, So scared and so all Alone. They saw soldiers carry justice to battlefields Far and away, In the Nams bloody, muddy fray, Facing horrible death every day. Fighting with grim mortality, Still they vied for the Right, Displaying awesome Might, To restore to a beleaguered people Freedoms bright light. Seven military guardian Angels Trumpets ringing sweet like Celestial Bells, Fell out of heavenly Angelic formation Heading for Nam's sweet-and-sour destination. Their wings beating double-time Scattered smoke-filled clouds That over this war torn country shrouds, On a mission to bring sweet saving grace To see soldiers through this Foul, Festering place. The first Angel came flying Above where men lay dying, Giving soldiers needed Strength On his shoulders to carry freedom to any length. A soldier must like his uniform, a nation’s might wear. For the downtrodden he must truly Care. He must fight the good fight with mental acuity, Maintaining vigorous durability. He must go with Strength into the Vietcong lair, Stand face to face with Rancorous foes met there. The sore oppressor he must dare, To run or fight, Never backing down, Till he by an Angel’s Strength Wears the victors crown. The second Angel comes to all Warriors, Bestowing divine Courage, Valor with backbone always a fighting advantage. A soldier must answer our nation’s call to Patriotism, Going smack dab into the face of danger with Heroism. With more than their mouths empowering Values Wearing hearts on sleeves with Moral Virtues, For it does no good to Talk the Talk, Unless first you've Walked the Walk, The third Angel carries with her great robes of Honor Putting them over the shoulders of a man That over all within him is Governor Through mud and blood Honor is a Shining Light A Beacon that in the soul burns eternally bright, For Honor is a proud symbol Bearing Integrity for others to see. Even foes hold the Honorable man in Respectful Dignity. Honor bears a goodly Reputation, A silent Salutation Trumpeted in Glory, Its Standard a Magnificent Story Throughout Venerable Annals of History. The fourth Angel comes Instilling In brazen providence most thrilling In this land of the Free and the Bold In combatants hearts lies a Bravery Like burnished Gold For in life Brash Bravery betimes is Fundamental, Bold and Swift Action becomes Elemental. A fifth Angel comes on currents of air riding, Bearing spirits of Faith deeply Abiding Granting Hope through the Rigors of War Long-standing Fighting for the Right, soldiers Preserving The American way, with their very lives Protecting. The sixth Angel proffers a controlling Patience The epitome of goodly battle Sense. It is Said and it is True, Patience is a soldier’s greatest Virtue, That an Angel on a soldier can Imbue. For in fighting with Patient Spirit, In Vietnam’s fevered jungle Pit, In this war of enduring Pain, That Raises its hoary head Again, And yet Again. Of Provocation Jungle Warriors have all too much Understanding, Nam’s annoyances wearily Tolerating, A soldier has to know when to Patiently Sit, And when it’s time to Hit Strike out with all your Sh--, uh, er, might. The leader of the Angels flies Last, Over the pall grim battle has Cast, Over the battleground where Brave men Clashed Above the scarred ground Lowering, On gosamer wings Soaring. An Angel borne on wings of endearing Love, An Angel appearing as a peaceful dove Bearing truths distilled from Celestial courts Above. Flying Above shrill battles Clarion Call, This Guardian Angel flies to the need of soldiers, Still standing straight and tall. This Angel’s task is a most difficult Kind, Engender endearing Brotherhood, Abiding peace and love in a soldier’s Mind. Keep strong his deep borne love of Family And country. Keep these forever burning in a soldier’s Heart Long after in this cruel war, he’s done his Part. Even though soldier’s fought through battle’s gory Mire Receive a divine speck of love’s sweet Fire From this Angelic heart Burning, Yearning, To give the gift that will set soldiers Free, From that long ago battlegrounds Misery. For an Angel’s love is the only Cure To lift soldiers from a war forced to Endure Still weighing heavy with weary Conjecture This plague on a soldiers troubled mind That only the purest love can find. Love lives on even after that awful day is Done, After the combatants course we've Run, Now when we’re old and gray, From the killing zone far and away, Soldiers can live with great Dignity, Bearing Proud Integrity Bravely Won! 
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