The work of a guardian angel was rewarding work when you were assigned to a man in the military. All the last minute saves and miracles on the battlefield.

When his friend Soap passed he fell deep into depression, barely leaving his barracks. You just watched him as you did, until he tried to hurt himself and you decided to show yourself. …He was not happy.

“Some angel,” He grumbled, gloved hands fidgeting with his balaclava. “Where were you when my best friend got shot in the head?”