The jittery Gaurdian Angel

A guardian angel not cut out for the Marine corps

  My guardian angel's a jittery servent

    with a fractured attention span

His protection lasts a quick two seconds

      then I need a backup plan

 

I can't say that I blame him much

Iraq wore his heavenly nature out

All the IED'S snipers and fire fights

  That's not what he was about

 

 one day I asked him Dog are you OK

as he was quivering underneath a sink

He looked at me with terrified eyes

and said m**********r I need a drink

 

 He wrapped up in his wings so tight

      and curled into a little ball

He tucked his head into his shoulders

    and slowly he started to crawl

 

   He found himself a quite little spot

       underneath some metal bunks

Then a Marine looked over at me and said

         Yo dog your angel's a punk

 

  There he stayed under the bunks

     Just quivering and crying

  No way was he cut out for this

   No sense in him even trying

 

But he had to go everywhere with me

    and maintain so kind of control

    So that meant for months on end

       He went with me on patrol

 

     Most of the time he was OK

   He was a decent heavenly aide

   Until we got caught in ambushes'

       or went out on house raids

 

   Then he'd embarass both of us

     By dropping to the ground

      curling up into a little ball

   and suddenly he wasn't around

 

 So when patrol was over and done

 and we'd be getting into the truck

 There he'd be cowering in a corner

      and I'd say Yo dog what's up

 

   With one eye fearfully peering

    over a delicate gossamer wing

       He would nevously ask me

      Ricochet did we do anything

 

     I'd say no bro not this time

     It was a quite patrol today

     Maybe you should ask God

     to send you on your way

 

You know dog you aint cut for this

The filth the fear the uncertainty

Maybe you could get God to send you

    Somewhere nice and cushy

 

Protecting an Emo chick back home

A litter of puppies f**k I don't know

A room full of old ladies playing Bingo

But out here bro you're a f*****g no show

 

       So my angel started crying

       about how he let me down

     and now he's all pouty and hurt

    cause I don't want his a*s around

 

   I said bro at home you were really quick

   but out here man you can't hesitate

  If you don't pull your s**t together quick

   I'm gonna go home in a flag draped crate

 

    So he tried to look all tough and s**t

     But no sooner had he hit his feet

    An A-10 wart hog flew over head

   and sent him diving into the street

 

   He crawled up underneath the truck

    broke his halo on the drive shaft

 Got grease all over his robe and wings

 and I thought about trying witchcraft

 

I got him calmed down and cleaned up

     once we were back at base

He looked so pathetic and defeated

     with that hurt look on his face

 

He said Ricochet I'm no good at this

My last assingment was princess Di

   I got demoted for the accident

and you're stuck with me that's why

 

So I said you know what's up dog

   Were both in a world of s**t

You're being punished at my expense

  and we both have to deal with it

 

So now here we are back in the world

    My gaurdian angel and myself

All he does is drink Whiskey all day

 That he has hidden behind a shelf

 

   So now my angel's an alcoholic

    Passed out drunk in an alley

God sent him where he didn't belong

   And demoted him to Zombie

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pax]

poor angel...this is definitely your own kind of style in writing.. i like the story line...
great job!

[Baby Ricochet]

Working on Paget metering with the help of Tate Morgan. Thanx for reading Willyam

[Pax]

so he did help you..then its really great...

[RachelReaper]

As a paranormal romance fan, this just reminded me of one of those "soft, nice, and gentle" angel guys that all the girls fall for in the books, but then I read this and I'm LMAO, because all I can imagine is one of those "angels guys" curling up in the fetal position while being verbally kicked around and then becoming a raging alcoholic. Nice one, Richochet, this one's funny.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx for reading Rachel.

[Michael G.]

I saw a piece a good while back, talking about a Col (?) in Desert Storm that was the first female to fly combat missions. She flew an A-10. I think her husband did, also. Good right as always sir. I remember wondering where my Guardian Angel was from time to time.

[Baby Ricochet]

Maybe your Angel Stayed on the Heuy when your team hit the LZ. Thanx for reading mr G.

[Michael G.]

Chris did the Huey thing...

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Another way to say, "War is hell". The marine was being tested over and over; he became stronger & stronger. Great job, sir. ~ pat

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx for reading Pat

[Tai Ryens]

Enticing collection of poetic lines of the terrible plummet the most heavenly beings can take; descending closer to the abyss with no way to prevent it. I liked some of it, though I mean in the kindest of ways, it isn't something I'd deem flawless.

[Baby Ricochet]

No it isn't, flawless that is. Thanx for reading

[Kaylor Mason]

That's terrible! That poor angel . . . maybe he can get into some sort of Heavenly Halfway House or something . . .

[Baby Ricochet]

LMAO! We'll have an intervention. Me, my Angel's girl friend and God.

[That_Girl]

I've had a really long day and my brain isn't working very well... is this a giant metaphor for another... side of you? Or are you talking about an actual person? I heard they had people that watched over soldiers as they slept (I think) that they called Guardian Angels (again, I think) but I could be way off base here.

Regardless, the imagery and emotion make the poem well worth the read. I enjoy everything you write. Another job well done!

[Baby Ricochet]

It's just a story. I'm being influenced by David Lewis Paget and Tate Morgan. THey both write these long story teller bard type pieces with strict metering and rhyming. For me this is a long poem. Maybe to long

[That_Girl]

Ohh okay. Yeah I've read several from each. It was long but the story was intriguing enough to keep me interested. And I have a very short attention span so that's quite a feat. :) Great job!

[Baby Ricochet]

THanx THat_Girl

[That_Girl]

Haha what's with that? lol Baby Ricochet... haha

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx for reading the poem and your commontary.

[That_Girl]

lol I meant with you repeating the new screen name like you haven't a clue who I am. :p

[Baby Ricochet]

Oh I know you. Lately I've taken to thanking people by their screen names.

[That_Girl]

Haha alright. Whatever floats your boat. :)

[Geraldine]

awww, that was sad. i feel sorry for your guardian angel too, it was too bad for him. yay! i love how you tell the story in this poem and it flowed really well as well as the rhyming.

[Baby Ricochet]

THanx for reading Geraldine

[Marie]

I feel very sorry for your guardian angel. The devil should have sent you help.

[Baby Ricochet]

Oh he did. If you'd ever seen an A-10 wart hog in action you'd know some one traded their soul to satan for that design.