Wings of Gold
by Padre Tim Nelligan
Embroidered leaves of red and white
Emblazoned wings of gold
There stood the Airborne soldier
His heart stalwart bold.
Yet in the deepest recess
There stole the blackened seed
Rendering asunder
A history proud with deed.
From night skies over war-torn land
To daylight's gruesome truth
They fell upon the bitter foe
With ranks their own dark sleuth.
Now we no more shall stand and see
That distant sea Maroon
For by that fickle bent-armed sword
Their time has come too soon.
Stand tall; be proud; remember
Ye soldiers left to serve
Never to hear the cry "Airborne!"
From men with steel for nerve.