It is "Angel's" and I'll relate my story about Angel's... 12 years ago I was a USAF Master Sergeant who believed I should reveal to my troop's where they will possibly end up one day... inside a VA hospital in the waning years and moments of their life. I wanted them to become more politically involved and aware of the ongoing turmoil within our VA system so I took them to the Denver VA Hospital for a first hand look.
I have always been willing to thank earlier veterans for their contributions to our nation; their sacrifice and patriotism is appreciated and there are many in our VA hospitals who are overlooked day in and day out after their contributions and I sought to have an impact within my circle of influence.
On that trip I walked through the front door; awaiting me was "Charlie" a retired Sergeant who was on his last legs of life with the drip bottle attached to him. He was a pitiful sight in his final moments, a stark contrast from what was his much mightier patriotic self years earlier. He spoke weakly and meekly to me in what was surely his most precious final moments of life. He said to me;"Sarge... come here, please. "
I could barely hear him.. the years of loud race cars, jet noise, M-16's, grenade launchers, and screaming kids had made me strain to hear him. I felt it was important... I knew it was important... He continued; "I am Charlie, a retired US Army Sergeant. Many years ago I stood on a battle field in Korea and I watched men be overwhelmed and slaughtered. I cried out to God on that moment. I screamed out "God help me!" on the battlefield. I was 22 years of age, and had watched my friends continue to die on all sides around me."
I was transfixed by this moment. Charlie continued; "An Angel came before me. The Angel was over 14 feet tall, and it was as I was... a very tall bright gleaming white man with wings, a shield, and a sword that shined. I fell to my knees, and praised God for answering me. I promised I would tell this story every day of my life to anyone who would hear of it, a moment that I experienced. I proclaim to you there is a God, and such Angel's do reside amongst us."
I was captured by this story... My nick name is "Charlie" (actually it is "Charlie D") and the few who know of this are dead and gone. The secret of such a nickname would be only known by God himself. The story that was revealed by the ailing US Army Sergeant was intended for me.
I testify his story is true. I believe him. I have known men to die for many things in life, and they have revealed their most private secrets to me in their final moments; but not one of them died for a lie.
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