War

WAR

My life fell apart in the summer of ‘68. One minute I was the happiest man in the world then wham! It was all over. My countenance changed from a look of total contentment into one filled with agony and anguish. Here I was living in total rapture, married to the woman of my dreams. It’s hard to believe that a thing as simple as a letter in a mailbox could shatter my world. Here I was on top of my world, and then I get this letter saying “Greetings from Uncle Sam“.

A few days later I join a motley crew of depressed youth, headed for Basic Training at Fort Campbell, Ky.

I’ll never forget the first words we heard upon arrival, “welcome to the U.S. Army “. It was here that we were whipped into shape and taught the art of war. We were taught about survival and how to overcome the enemy.

After Basic Training we proceeded to Advanced Infantry Training, where we learned more about killing and how to survive in a hostile environment.

All of my training and all of the Comic Books that I’d read, like Sgt. Rock and easy Co. ;Sgt. Fury; The Haunted Tank; and even my favorite TV show Combat; didn’t prepare me for the horrors of WAR.

The blood of America’s youth soaked the ground of Vietnam. Fear became a tangible thing that you could smell. The smell of fear filled the air of Camp Evans as 8 Battalions of NVA were sighted heading our way. Our destruction was a hand, but the mercy of God intervened.

Today there is still a war raging, the enemy is more diabolic than any communist threat we have ever encountered, eviler that Hitler or Stalin of ww2, crazier than Sadam Husain.

We are facing the deadliest enemy in the universe. You could drop a million atomic bombs on him, and he would feel no effect of it. This enemy is not flesh and blood, so physical weapon doesn’t harm him. His name is Satan and to defeat him we must use the Spiritual weapons in God’s Arsenal.

To attempt to fight in our own strength would be like attacking a forest fire with a squirt gun. It would be like attempting to slay a lion with a fly swatter. To attempt to defeat the devil in our own strength is like attempting to catch an elephant with a Butterfly net.