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A Soldier's Angel MAG
He holds me close, careful not to make a sound.
We see the bombs explode before us, but we still press on.
We try to stay well hidden, knowing that the slightest movement will get us killed.
He gives me a meal, and speaks to me softly, I know out here I am all he has.
He talks about a wife and kid, I know he misses them. I look at him understandingly, thinking about my family back home. He isn't alone.
Orders are given for us to move on, I walk ahead, until I can't see anymore, and we are surrounded by smoke.
I hear someone yell grenade, and there is no time to run. I pick it up running it to the enemy's side
I turn around to run back before it explodes, but there is no time.
He runs to me with tears in his eyes, I know I am going to die, and he can see it too.
He holds me close crying, like a boy who just lost his dog.
I thump my tail one last time, and lick his tears away, before passing away. Covering me up he whispers to me “You truly are an Angel.”
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