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Post by RadioNut39 on Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:04 pm

Greetings Gents,
I had posted this on ARF, but it was deleted due to 'religious context'. silent
(There should be No Mention of Christmas or Hanukkah then on ARF,
as that is religious also.)
However, Mr Cahill has offered me the opportunity to post it here.
Thank You.


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In the Spirit of the Holiday, I hope this will not be deleted.
We have a lot of Vets here also, and as they say,
"There are few atheists in a foxhole."

Merry Christmas!

"A Letter from Michael"...
There's a story about a young Marine named Michael who wrote a letter home to his mother while he was in the hospital after having been wounded in Korea in 1950. A Navy Chaplain named Father Walter Muldy apparently was given the letter, checked the facts and concluded what was in the letter was true. A year later he read the letter in public for the first time, to a gathering of some 5,000 Marines at the Naval Base in San Diego. Here is the letter:

Dear Mom,
I wouldn't dare write this letter to anyone but you because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard but I have got to tell somebody. First off, I am in a hospital. Now don't worry, ya hear me, don't worry. I was wounded but I'm okay you understand. Okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month.
But that's not what I want to tell you.

Remember when I joined the Marines last year; remember when I left, how you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn't have to tell me that. Ever since I can remember you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well I always have.

When I got to Korea, I prayed even harder. Remember the prayer that you taught me? "Michael, Michael of the morning, fresh chord of Heaven adorning," you know the rest of it. Well I said it everyday. Sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.

Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up over the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold, my breath was like cigar smoke.

I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when along side of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any
other Marine I'd ever seen. He must have been 6'4" and built in proportion. It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body near.
Anyway, there we were trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start conversation I said, "Cold ain't it." And then I laughed. Here I was with a good chance of getting killed any minute and I am talking about the weather.

My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, "I have never seen you before, I thought I knew every man in the outfit."

"I just joined at the last minute", he replied. "The name is Michael."
"Is that so," I said surprised. "That is my name too."
"I know," he said and then went on, "Michael, Michael of the morning ..."
I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that you had taught me? Then I smiled to myself, every guy in the outfit knew about me. Hadn't I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen. Why now and then, they even referred to me as St. Michael. Neither of us spoke for a time and then he broke the silence.
"We are going to have some trouble up ahead."

He must have been in fine physical shape or he was breathing so lightly I couldn't see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds.

There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself, well with the Commies all around us, that is no great revelation. Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
"Michael," I shouted in sudden alarm.
I felt his hand on my arm, his voice was rich and strong, "This will stop shortly."

His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol, there was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.

Mom, my heart stopped. There were seven of them. Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only there wasn't anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us.
"Down Michael," I screamed and hit the frozen earth.
I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael still standing. Mom, those guys couldn't have missed, not at that range. I expected to see him literally blown to bits. But there he stood, making no effort to fire himself. He was paralyzed with fear. It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake. At least, that was what I thought then. I jumped up to pull him down and that was when I got mine I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit, now I know..
I remember feeling strong arms around me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying. Maybe I was even dead, I remember thinking well, this is not so bad. Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor. As I say, maybe it was the sun in my eyes, but he seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide, maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an angel. In his hands was a sword. A sword that flashed with a million lights. Well, that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I do not know how much time had passed. Now and then I had but a moment's rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.

"Where is Michael?," I asked.
I saw them look at one another. "Where's who?" asked one.
"Michael, Michael the big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us."
"Kid," said the sergeant, "You weren't walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out. I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow."
He looked at me, curiously. "How did you do it kid?"
"How'd I do what?" I asked half angry despite my wound. "This marine named Michael and I were just ..."

"Son," said the sergeant kindly, " I picked out this outfit myself and there just ain't another Michael in it. You are the only Mike in it."

He paused for a minute, "Just how did you do it kid? We heard shots. There hasn't been a shot fired from your rifle. And there isn't a bit of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there."
I didn't say anything, what could I say. I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.

It was then the sergeant spoke again, "Kid," he said gently, "every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke."

That is all I can tell you Mom. As I say, it may have been the sun in my eyes, it may have been the cold or the pain. But that is what happened.

Love, Michael



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Post by Wildcat445 on Fri Dec 30, 2011 11:46 pm

Thanks for sharing.

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Post by Eliot Ness on Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:53 pm

+1 Thanks for sharing!
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Post by Nick666 on Wed Jan 25, 2012 6:08 pm

+2 for sharing.

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Post by willy3486 on Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:52 pm

I had a similar story that actually happened to me as well. I will try not to get into the subject we can't. Years ago when I was just out of school on electronics I was working at a electronics repair shop. There was this little guy that came in looking for a job. There was something about him I was drawn to. The guy was poor and looked like all he had was the clothes on his back so the woman I worked for hurried him off. I told him to check a tv shop that I knew was looking for someone.

A week later I went by the shop to see if he stopped by and low and behold he was working. A few weeks later I saw him again at a park I would hang out at. I started talking to him and it was like deja vu. I never talked about the "R" subject to people due to some oddballs in my family but I believe. Anyway it seemed natural to talk to him. He got into life and such, he told me two or three things of things being predicted years before that he said came true. Then he told me about himself and his wife. His wife looked to be about 30 and he looked to be 50. But he said his wife was a few years older than him. He said you are not a happy person right now but don't fret. You will not marry this gal you are dating now. She is the cause of your troubles in your heart. You will be just like me and my wife when you find the woman you will marry.

It was one of those weird moments that you didn't know what to say. He knew nothing about me but told me alot about me that he couldn't have known.He sounded like a fortune cookie. Anyway about a week later I went by the shop to see the old guy and to my amazement he was gone. The shop owner said it was weird. The little guy had just disapeared. He went to the trailer park the guy was living and the park owner said he just disapeared. He had the month paid for. The guy said he was the best guy he had ever seen to fix stuff. He even owed him a weeks pay the guy did not get. He tried to track him down and such and never heard from him again.

The really weird part? I met my future wife and she looked like the guys wife except for a different hair color. And a lot of the odd things he said happened to him and his wife also happened to us. And my wife is a few years older than me. I guess the guy was there just to help me out because I needed it.

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Post by Nick666 on Sat Jan 28, 2012 4:02 am

Man, it gives me the chills every time i read about something like that.It's almost like you are being given infoamation that you really shouldn't have even though it's for the better.I had something like this happen to me 2 years ago and i belive that if it hadn't happened i would probably be dead.

I was taking care of my grandpa's dog and house while he was on vacation and about the third day i was at his house i went to take the dog for her evening walk and as we're walking down the drive way i had this ,for lack of a better term vision of my sealf being shot and killed in the park i was going to be taking the dog to.Needless to say we didn't go for that walk.We went back in the house and i didn't really think anything of it till the next morning when i was listening to the news and i heard a report that the police had arrested some crack head in that park who was robbing people at gun point about the same time i should have been there.I sometimes can't help but wonder what would have happened if i had just ignored it and went for the walk.

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