T erry R ose : In Korea the L.P.’s always got it bad.
I crept to an opening in the bunker and looked out. The rain had stopped and the sun was coming up and for a minute the world looked warm and happy. Then I saw a Chinese with a rifle not four feet away. Then another Chinese spotted me and tossed a gren ade down on me. I picked the grenade up and heaved it out of the bunker and just as I did the Chinese threw another grenade in. It exploded near my face. I grabbed my face, took two steps and then fell unconscious in the cold mud. Every once in a while I’d come to and I'd think o f God. Later the heat of a flame-thrower aroused me. Our troops had retaken the hill. I staggered down the bunker calling out to our men. Well, that’s about all there was to it. I was taken by tank and jeep and
helicopter to a hospital ship that brought me to Japan. I was flown back to the States and a year later I was home. I’m now a student at the Bible Institute of Los Angeles. I shall never cease to thank God for the way He softened the knocks. That last grenade blinded me and when the Army doctors gave me a cane it felt like a snake. Then one night I had a long talk with my Lord and I thanked Him for what had happened. I knew it was in His plan for me. Others have come to know Christ as their Sav iour because of what happened to me in Korea. And that is enough. I know the Lord can heal me any time He wants, but if He doesn’t in this life I’ll see Him face-to-face someday. A fellow couldn’t ask for anything more. END.
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