Our Special Protector (St. Michael)
St. Michael to the Rescue of a US Marine
What follows is a copy of a letter written by a young Marine to his mother while recovering from a wound suffered on a Korean battlefield in 1950. The Navy Chaplain Father W. Muldy, who had talked to the boy, his mother, and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol, vouched for the veracity of the story.
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’m in a hospital. Now don’t worry, you hear me? Don’t worry! I was wounded, but I am 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? When I left, 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! But when I got to Korea I prayed even harder.
Remember the prayer that you taught me?..."Michael, Michael of the morning, Fresh corps of Heaven adorning..." You know the rest of it. Well, I said it every day...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 on 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 alongside 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 nearby.
Anyway, there we were, trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start a 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’m 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’s 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, for he was breathing so lightly that 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 wet, sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
"Michael!" I shouted in sudden alarm. I felt his hand on my arm, his voice 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 just 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 hit. 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 about 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! 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 hand 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 don’t 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’s Michael?" I asked. I saw them look at one another. "Where’s who?" asked one. "Michael...Michael...that 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 this outfit myself, and there just ain’t another Michael in it! You are the only Michael in it!"He paused for a minute. "Just how did you do it, kid? We heard shots, but 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
Excerpt from http://www.opusangelorum.org/English/Guardian.html
Michael, Michael, of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today
And in time of temptation,
Drive the devil away.
SAINT MICHAEL SAVES ANOTHER MARINE IN AFGANISTAN
From the article in Wall Street Journal:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703562404575067550355712126.html
"But next to him was Cpl. Christopher Ahrens, who quietly mentioned that two bullets had grazed his helmet the day the Marines attacked Marjah. The same thing, he said, happened to him three times in firefights in Iraq. Cpl. Ahrens, 26, from Havre de Grace, Md., lifted the camouflaged cloth cover on his helmet, exposing the holes where the bullets had entered and exited. He turned it over to display the picture card tucked inside, depicting Michael the Archangel stamping on Lucifer's head. "I don't need luck," he said."
You do not need luck, you need the protection of God's Greatest Angel.
Saint Michael has shown himself to be a special protector to the US Marines. How much more will he be our protector when we are God's Marines. Saint Michael who is God's greatest angel and is always ready to defend this great work and those who do it, the work of bringing souls to Jesus. St. Michael is God's Marines Protector. Pray this special prayer to obtain Saint Michael's help in any need.
Saint Michael, God's Greatest Angel, you gave God the glory, God gave you the power to defeat our enemies, especially Satan. Please place my petition (State your petition) before the throne of God and intercede for me. Saint Michael rise with your legion of angels and defend us.
Keep up the Great Work!
Join Saint Michael's Warriors to keep your devotion to Saint Michael everyday!
http://www.thepoweroftherosary.com/rosary-power-blog/saint-michaels-warriors
And get a Saint Michael's Ultimate Decade Rosary for Protection with a Saint Michael, Guardian Angel and Saint Benedict Medal!
www.thepoweroftherosary.com/rosary-power-blog/saint-michaels-decade-rosary-for-protection
Next day of the Four Men Boot Camp:
http://www.thefourmen.info/2/post/2011/12/the-seventh-day-of-the-four-men-boot-camp.html
Not yet in the God's Marines Boot Camp?
Rise up today to join the True Brotherhood of the Four Men Prayer Groups:
www.thefourmen.info/join-the-true-brotherhood.html
What follows is a copy of a letter written by a young Marine to his mother while recovering from a wound suffered on a Korean battlefield in 1950. The Navy Chaplain Father W. Muldy, who had talked to the boy, his mother, and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol, vouched for the veracity of the story.
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’m in a hospital. Now don’t worry, you hear me? Don’t worry! I was wounded, but I am 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? When I left, 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! But when I got to Korea I prayed even harder.
Remember the prayer that you taught me?..."Michael, Michael of the morning, Fresh corps of Heaven adorning..." You know the rest of it. Well, I said it every day...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 on 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 alongside 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 nearby.
Anyway, there we were, trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start a 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’m 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’s 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, for he was breathing so lightly that 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 wet, sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
"Michael!" I shouted in sudden alarm. I felt his hand on my arm, his voice 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 just 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 hit. 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 about 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! 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 hand 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 don’t 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’s Michael?" I asked. I saw them look at one another. "Where’s who?" asked one. "Michael...Michael...that 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 this outfit myself, and there just ain’t another Michael in it! You are the only Michael in it!"He paused for a minute. "Just how did you do it, kid? We heard shots, but 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
Excerpt from http://www.opusangelorum.org/English/Guardian.html
Michael, Michael, of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today
And in time of temptation,
Drive the devil away.
SAINT MICHAEL SAVES ANOTHER MARINE IN AFGANISTAN
From the article in Wall Street Journal:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703562404575067550355712126.html
"But next to him was Cpl. Christopher Ahrens, who quietly mentioned that two bullets had grazed his helmet the day the Marines attacked Marjah. The same thing, he said, happened to him three times in firefights in Iraq. Cpl. Ahrens, 26, from Havre de Grace, Md., lifted the camouflaged cloth cover on his helmet, exposing the holes where the bullets had entered and exited. He turned it over to display the picture card tucked inside, depicting Michael the Archangel stamping on Lucifer's head. "I don't need luck," he said."
You do not need luck, you need the protection of God's Greatest Angel.
Saint Michael has shown himself to be a special protector to the US Marines. How much more will he be our protector when we are God's Marines. Saint Michael who is God's greatest angel and is always ready to defend this great work and those who do it, the work of bringing souls to Jesus. St. Michael is God's Marines Protector. Pray this special prayer to obtain Saint Michael's help in any need.
Saint Michael, God's Greatest Angel, you gave God the glory, God gave you the power to defeat our enemies, especially Satan. Please place my petition (State your petition) before the throne of God and intercede for me. Saint Michael rise with your legion of angels and defend us.
Keep up the Great Work!
Join Saint Michael's Warriors to keep your devotion to Saint Michael everyday!
http://www.thepoweroftherosary.com/rosary-power-blog/saint-michaels-warriors
And get a Saint Michael's Ultimate Decade Rosary for Protection with a Saint Michael, Guardian Angel and Saint Benedict Medal!
www.thepoweroftherosary.com/rosary-power-blog/saint-michaels-decade-rosary-for-protection
Next day of the Four Men Boot Camp:
http://www.thefourmen.info/2/post/2011/12/the-seventh-day-of-the-four-men-boot-camp.html
Not yet in the God's Marines Boot Camp?
Rise up today to join the True Brotherhood of the Four Men Prayer Groups:
www.thefourmen.info/join-the-true-brotherhood.html
