A poem written by attacker ace Col. Valerie Vickers.

Valerie Vickers is widely regarded as the best attack pilot of all time.

Flying the A-1D and A-1F Pummeler, she has claimed 348 armored vehicles, 822 artillery pieces, 1,108 trucks, 129 barges, and a Sea Force Liberator.

She commanded the 1st Attack Division, who flew 60,000 sorties and 11,000 missions during the Great World War 2. Known as the Guardian Angels, it is estimated that they have saved up to 500,000 Paternian soldiers from certain death, for the price of 81 aircraft and 28 pilots.

Afflicted with post-traumatic stress disorder, she uses poetry to help cope with the pain.

This is one of her poems.

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A cry of help pierces the air,
As demons begin to swarm
Over the damned.

They are in the perimeter,
There are too many,
Cry the lieutenant.

Flying amongst the trees with the birds,
The Angels hear the cry for help,
The cry for salvation.

The Angels, the guardian angels,
All five of them, turn to the cry,
And fly as fast as their wings allow them.

They reach the damned just in time,
Fighting back to back,
Comrades dead across the ground.

The Angels ascend to the heavens,
To strike a mortal blow to the demons
To save the damned.

The demons see this, and in
Desperation, sets the
Heavens on fire.

But the Angels, the guardian angels,
Are not the type to be
Driven back with hellfire.

They swoop from the heavens
Into the fires of the damned,
And into the gates of Hell.

They swoop from the heavens
Into the fires of hell,
To quench its blaze.

As they descend into the fires of Hell,
The blaze gets hotter and hotter,
The smoke thicker and thicker.

Most Angels would have fainted
From the heat,
The incinerating heat.

Most Angels would have fainted
From the smoke,
The choking smoke.

But these are not
Most Angels.
These are Guardian Angels.

To the Guardian Angels,
The heat is cool to their skin, and
The smoke is soothing to their throats.

They roar into the flames, with the
Power of the heavens,
Cast from their wings.

And the wings of salvation
And the saved on Earth,
Drive the demons away,

And the wings of salvation
And the saved on Earth,
Quench the fires of Hell.

And the Guardian Angels,
The wings of salvation,
Fly out the gates they came in,

The gates to Heaven,
The same gates which were
The gates to Hell.

The Guardian Angels return to
The Earth from which they rose
To save the damned.

The fire has scarred their skin,
The smoke has scarred their throats, and
The heat has burned holes in their clothes.

But the Guardian Angels do not mind,
For the scars will heal, and
Clothes can be mended,

But the damned, once
Taken by the demons,
Cannot be saved.

And the Guardian Angels will do anything to
Save the damned, even if
They must sacrifice themselves.