Holy lord! I pray thee,
holy Mary! Please pray for their team,
lest they die away like fowls on the war field,
lest we sing on anyone a sorrowful hymn.
They are our dear friends from on-set,
we play under the sun when it shineth,
they are those we so much loveth,
for the are full of kindness.
Lo! They go,
in their scary greenish camo
not for their personal ego
but for the national security goal
when they shoot, make it hit,
when they plan, make it accurate,
when they are beseige, make them defeat,
and when they 'll return, make them complete
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