I don’t question why… but for some reason while listening to a Sunday Sermon this morning, I was inspired to post this excerpt that I wrote a long time ago:
Guard duty at Cam Ranh Bay was pretty easy duty, but long and monotonous as the time dragged on slowly at night out there, all alone on the dark perimeter. I once read a Vietnam tour described as 365 days of complete boredom interrupted by moments of insanity and terror. Fortunately, so far, it had been all boredom. I had lots of time to be bored and to think and also to pray. There were occasional rocket fire and small arms fire at night, but it was always off in the distance somewhere, so I wasn’t worried about that. I never felt like I was in any real danger during my brief time at Cam Ranh, so I’m not sure why I felt the need to pray to God at that particular time, but I did. Out there all alone on guard duty is where I met God and spoke to him personally one on one, or He spoke to me. I’m not sure how all of that works, It wasn’t anything verbal or audible, but I felt a direct-link communication and understanding. That is where God communicated to me that everything was going to be okay and that I was going to survive this tour. It was an amazing, unforgettable, enlightening spiritual experience that comforted me then and still comforts me today.
Thank you for reading and may God’s grace be with you.
RUCKSACK GRUNT - A Vietnam Veteran's Memoir 