What follows is a letter written by a young Marine to his mother while he was hospitalized after being wounded on a Korean battlefield in 1950. It came into the hands of a Navy Chaplain who read the letter before 5,000 Marines at a San Diego Naval Base in 1951.
The Navy Chaplain had talked to the young man, to his mother, and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol. This Navy Chaplain, Father Walter Muldy, assured anyone who asked, that this was a true story. This letter was read once a year in the 1960's over a mid-western radio station at Christmas time. We present the letter and let it stand on its own merits.
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 to tell somebody.
First off, I am in a hospital. Now don't worry, you hear me, don't worry. I was wounded but I'm okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month. But that is 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 have always prayed to St. Michael. 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 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 over 6 feet 4 inches and built in proportion. It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body near me.
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 am talking about the weather!
My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly.
I looked at him, "I've 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 saying the prayer, "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're going to have some trouble up ahead." He must have been in fine physical shape for 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's no great revelation.
Snow began to fall in thick great 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 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 the 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's 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 about me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I thought 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 hand was a sword. A sword that flashed with a million lights.
Well, that's 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, 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 did 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 Mike in it."
He paused for a minute. "Just how did you do it, kid? We heard shots, yet 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.
This article was republished with permission from the Garabandal Journal , PO Box 1796, St. Cloud, MN 56302-1796, U.S.A.
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The 'Michael Michael of the morning' prayer that is spoken about in this story, as well as a couple of other Angel prayers can be found here
I'm not sure how to respond to this...strange things happen in combat, and sometimes, upon reflection, you question what you saw and heard...We each must come to some accommodation with life in extremis, and sometimes the incredible is part of that accommodation...Larry
"and sometimes the incredible is part of that accommodation"
I like that Larry.
Excellent Make Money. Just a few sentences ago you were attacking this Marine and suggesting he has PTSD in the full knowledge that he was banned for responding to that suggestion - yet you intentionally provoked him once again.
Very well done. You should consider joining my church.
Yes pretend you care about Marines when you title ones with PTSD for not sharing your belief.
It's not to hard to believe in Miracles...especially during the frozen battles of the Korean War. It was an extreme time in History...and obviously extreme conditions. Who knows what can come to a Man's rescue in a pinch? We are such a small part of an infinite universe...Anything is possible! I am quite sure that what Maven mentioned about the "strange things in combat"...also played a role in this unexplainable occurence...as well! There is also a Christian saying: "Prayer changes things"!
Thanks for posting this letter, Make money!
Let me get this straight: God takes our side in wars, and sends angels to help us KILL our fellow human beings??!! :
Wow...that was a powerful story, Make Money. thank you for sharing. It was beautiful. And I couldn't help but smile because I went to school at St. Michael's school and church frmo k-8th grade
Wonderful. Thank you for sharing it with us. I think that we have misrepresented our Lord ... He is a God of Love but He is also a God of Judgement. And Yes, He wages war as well ... we don't serve a pansy God.
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