Re-post from 2013:
We all have crises of faith. We all suffer the tiring grind of the battle…Hell, I’ve been so fed up that I have semi-retired from the blog three times – the last time I came close to shutting the doors and deleting all the content. Last November, I had downloaded the material of each author who has posted here and was ready send them their property and wipe the blog…but I didn’t.
Some of you may know that my dad, a WWII veteran, died on August 15, 2012 (my mom passed on August 15, 2004 and my wife and I were married on August 15, 1981, so wierd, huh?) and I was going through a box of his stuff in January and I ran across his Army issued New Testament. As I picked it up, it almost fell apart and these pages were exposed – I noticed something at the back that I had never noticed before – it was this:
After I read that, I decided that I had to keep going with my efforts or I would dishonor my father’s memory.
I wanted to share with you all the other pages as well. I hope you find the same strength that I did when I read them. There may come a time in the not so distant future when a time of tribulation will begin. Think of these as bullets for the gun.
19 thoughts on “A Prayer On Going Into Battle”
My dad died many years ago. But it was a devastating loss for me. He was my hero. He too was a WWII veteran, a career military (Flying Sgt) and THE FIRST SHIRT. In my life, the rock to which I anchored. I have always tried to live by his example.
It is hard to live up to our own expectations , sometimes. Just do the best you are able at the time. Know that I am praying for you , and for all of this country..
I read Romans 13 over and over, but it always says the same thing. Take some comfort there .
11 And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed . 12 The night is far spent , the day is at hand : let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.
My family just observed the one year anniversary of Dad’s passing, a WWII south pacific veteran. I am looking at the flag presented to us by “the President of the United States on behalf of a grateful nation…”
Um, M., you’re dad was a Lutheran.
Nah. He was lapsed Baptist with a Lutheran Chaplain, SFC in the Third Army and a combat engineer. He loved blowing things up.
😆 We really recite or sing most of the scripture you presented. I can see that you and B. are in lovely moods tonight. These prescient thoughts only happen to me at night when I dream. S’pose I am the eternal optimist while awake.
Great post in memory of all that fought evil in WWII. My dad passed two years ago at 83 and served on the USS James C. Owens, DD-776, in the Pacific serving a great nation out of patriotism. Here’s to honor and humility for all that served fo to guarantee freedom and liberty. Never give up.
Many who live in the area where I am may not realize just how steeped in this part of history we are. The majority of our Naval flyers were trained in this part of the nation, as well as the Army pilots who flew the Doolittle Raid. But more than this, we have many living heroes in this area (or did, as many have passed now), and I don’t mean the “they were all heroes” breed, but those who are in the history books by name.
General Peterson, who served with the 8th Air Force as a B-17 pilot during the heat of the offensive over Europe. At the time he was flying, the life expectancy of a bomber crew was 8 – 12 missions (less than 1 month). I met this man while I was fixing his mower. Our conversation started because I recognized a picture on his wall. He was a survivor of the Schweinfurt raid, and I knew the painting. I got to speak to a man who had been to hell and back and survived — a real hero.
A gent who lived in Bristol, whom I was talking to while fixing his mower one day, told me he used to fly SBD’s for the Navy. I asked him when and he said in ’42. I stopped and looked up immediately as I knew what that meant, and I asked him what carrier. He told me he was on the Yorktown. So I asked him directly if he was at the Coral Sea or Midway. He seemed surprised someone my age knew about this and said Mid Way. Then he told me he was one of the 4 U.S. pilots to hit the last Japanese carrier, the Hiryu. There I was, standing and talking to a legend in U.S. Naval aviation.
I was inside another home waiting for the gentleman to write the check for his mower repair when I noticed a painting of the battle of Leyte Gulf in WW II. I asked him about it and he was surprised to find a young man (I was in my 30’s for all of these meetings) who knew about the battle. I asked about the painting. It was a picture of a F4F Wildcat taking off from a jeep carrier while under fire from Japanese battle ships. I knew the painting. The pilot was famous for his attacks on the battle ships. He strafed them and, when he was out of ammo, he dive bombed one of them with empty drop tanks. I was in that very pilot’s kitchen, looking at a painting of him.
George Peacock also lived in this area. He was a well known F-105 driver who was shot down in Viet Nam and survived the Hanoi Hilton.
And my next door neighbor, now 89, is an Army Air Corps veteran from WW II. He has yet to tell me what he did in the service, but he has wings…
Truly, they were the greatest American generation…
“Hell, I’ve been so fed up that I have semi-retired from the blog three times – the last time I came close to shutting the doors and deleting all the content. Last November, I had downloaded the material of each author who has posted here and was ready send them their property and wipe the blog…but I didn’t.”
You do realize that if you were to shut down your blog site, McPherson would likely sue you for injuries sustained secondary to tripping over himself during attempts to self-aggrandize while claiming to anyone who would read or listen, that he was the soul responsible person for this blog site’s demise.
Hell, he’d likely write a book dedicated to just that. He’s already so enamored with you (among others) that you are to be included in his next Pulitzer Prize literary offering.
I’ll send you some Pepto-Bismol. 🙂
Augger, Utah gives a touching tribute to his father, and others do the same for vets they’ve known–yet once again I’m the first person you thought of. I don’t know whether to be touched, or concerned for you. 😉
my dad was a Flying Sgt . during WWII (started out in the Cavalry, for crying out loud) And flew with Chenault and Boyington before we got into it. Some of the people I met while I was in knew him, and gave me many rations of #$%^, and a lot of laughs and respect for the “old man”. Yes they were heroes, not just for what they did in the war, but the example they set. The work ethic, being a man, caring for and providing for your family. Get up each day and go to work, through aches and pains and all the crap they must have carried around inside. PTSD was unheard of, but you know they suffered from it.
I tried to talk to my dad about Viet Nam. He looked me in the eye and said, ” Be a man, son.Deal with it.”
And that is how they lived . Dealing with it.
So that’s what we can do to honor them. Deal with it.!
My friend who drove the bus for my bachelor party, passed last year of cancer.
He served at least 2 tours in Vietnam.
He was a true gentleman, an Officer (after Vietnam), a Marine, and a true hero. I will miss him always.
Agent Orange was , and is a mother @#$%^&.
My Dad drove tanks in WWII and passed three years ago at 83. My great uncles fought in WWI, with the trench warfare and the whole thing. None of them talked much about their experiences…it was just what they did when they were called on to serve. I have my Father’s folded flag, “With the thanks of a grateful nation.”
My dad passed away 4 years ago. He was a WWII veteran serving as in the military police corp in Europe. He was 82.
May God bless them all, and welcome them to rest well earned.
When I grew up, 2 WWII survivors lived on my street. One swam ashore from the Missouri(?) battleship during Pearl Harbor. The other flew Wildcats/hellcats (?) in the South Pacific. They were the most amazing men. Smart, always calm, would meet angst with a smile. I loved hanging out with “Ernie”, piddling in his workshop/garage, adjusting the valves on an old sportscar, playing with airplane parts and woodworking tools.
Part of The New Battle is here in the home land and some of the new Little Warriors need our Prayers as well.
There are no words to describe these brave men & women, and their sacrifice. No words can sum up their courageous determination allow us to live in freedom. I simply give thanks, because I have nothing else worthy to offer men & women, those lost brothers in arms … save my undying love and gratitude for their sacrifice.