Proof The Bible Is True

Elsewhere in the world it was Christmas Eve. The calendar said December 24, 1944, but it seemed impossible.

 

This was no holiday for us American soldiers, out in the snow-covered forests of the Ardennes Mountains, in Belgium along the German border. We were far from home, battling subzero cold, and the enemy was all around us.

 

Most of us were young college graduates, trained as pilots or bombardiers in the Air Force. But there was a shortage of B-17s for us to fly, so we’d been assigned to the ground troops and reduced in rank from lieutenant to private.

 

The men involved had little or no infantry training. I’d been made a medic only because I’d taken science courses in college and had worked with the ambulance corps back home.

 

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