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Miracle in the Mud
Prologue:
There were times during his long years of combat in World War II that the young American GI thought he’d never come home. However, there was the constant presence, warning of the dangers of a voice that only he could hear. At first he thought he may have suffered neurosis or some other kind of aberration of battle, because of their many months of fighting unalleviated. Therefore tried to ignore the voice, but he insisted, demanding instant obedience to the infantryman. Finally, he yielded to the demands of presence, resulting in savings of buddiesâ?? the lives of at least once, and saving about three times his own. The following is the remarkable story of God’s presence floating GI protection on the young
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Miracle in the Mud
by
Josprel
(Psalm 91: The Warrior???? S Salmo)
The retired aerospace engineering technician was totally dedicated to the Lord. But this, I would have found his war stories incredible. As told to me, I understood his decades of silence on the issue, assuming that nobody would believe him.
I listened with amazement as Vito spoke. During the Second World War had been one of the twenty seven young men of his church called on the armed forces. The church was dedicated one night each week to pray for the protection and safe return of their children. Like most soldiers of the church, Vito endured years of heavy fighting. Twenty-six months of combat in Europe is served with the Thirty-Fourth Infantry Division. He fought at Anzio and Cassino. In Cassino, his battalion suffered extreme casualties. Among some 1,000 soldiers, was one hundred and ninety-eight men not killed or wounded.
Vito said the invisible shield overshadowed throughout his war years, rescuing him, at least three times, from certain death. At Anzio, the protector saved his full squad. During a battle on the beachhead, the team had taken refuge in an abandoned house. Vito heard a voice ordering him to his colleagues to get out of her room because the German artillery was aiming at that side of the house. Moreover, the voice ordered him out of the last house of all.
Nobody else heard the voice, and the command was repeated three times before Vito, himself, believes that what he was hearing. Finally, he pushed his friends in the room, insisting that the interpreter was going to hit. His friends thought he had lost his mind. Then, seconds after Vito followed their friends across the threshold, a missile crashed into the wall. It exploded exactly where the soldiers had been resting.
Vito invisible companion also saved him from Cassino. Incessant strafing by German planes had made useless the supply routes of the Allies. Separated from their support units, American troops on the lines were in urgent need of ammunition. Americans learned of a road passing over the mountains of Cassino. Narrow and steep, was surrounded by a deep chasm and impassable for motor vehicles. Packing supplies about nine miles down this road by mule trains, was the only option to provide supplies to U.S. troops. And so the events leading up to the adventure of Vito Cassino were launched.
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Italian partisans who run the mules used for missions, requires a link American who speaks your language. Unaware that various regions of Italy spoke dialects very different, Vito’s commanding officer ordered a soldier who spoke Italian. Twenty-year-old Vito offered his version of New York of Sicilian dialect and was assigned to the carriers.
Vito interpretation skills greatly amused the guerrillas, who often teased him that what he spoke did not begin to relate to Italians. However, a viable communication was established and, every night, he and the drivers loaded the mules in the ammunition depots. Then, trekking through the mountains at night to avoid being bombed by enemy planes delivered supplies to troops in the line, returning to their camp area during the day.
The night crossing was dangerous. A single misstep could send one plunging into the abyss in a vacuum. Unpredictable mountain storms always imminent. Combined with the dark, were feared as harbingers of certain catastrophe. However, surprisingly, Vito and supporters were never injured during the crossings.
Time off the details of most of the missions of the mountain of Vito, but one remains indelible in the memory, a cross from which he never would have returned had it not been for their invisible protector. In this mission, after the ammunition had been unloaded, the Germans began to hit the perimeter of America with heavy artillery. In the confusion of the explosion of grenades, the carriers scattered for their lives, leaving Vito and his mule to return through the mountains without them.
Wentling the way, he discovered that torrential rains have flooded the mountains. Treacherous when dry, peaks of Cassino were lethal when wet. Mud tracks had seeps up through the path in the canyon below. Wrapped in mud, the road was winding marsh.
Getting your mule, Vito proceeded with caution. Navigating the road was a struggle. He was glad of the leather straps of his snopaks were firmly tied. The heavy boots always dry or slightly above their calves. Valued its comfortable warmth, but the mud was sucking his lifting effort.
As they battled the mud repeatedly straddling GI considers the mule, which seemed sure-footed enough. However, Vito did not dare to trust animals. He felt safer on foot. Pulling into the mud, walked his way to the mountain. I was almost on top when he encountered the obstacle that later called “the crack”.
The slit is formed when rain water cascading from the slopes above, washed a section of the route in a bowl like hollow protruding from the mountain. Several hundred meters in circumference and at least fifteen feet deep, the hole had always been empty during the previous way of Vito. It was now a muddy swamp endowed with the properties of quicksand. Vito knew of no way around the opening. He considered using his mule through the roof, and then decided against it.
“One false step by the mule and I’ll end up in the dirt,” mused, “Nobody knew what was happening to me.”
So Vito decided to go alone through the slit. A barrier of about five feet was necessary. , With maximum effort, jumped and did so, reached the other side! Then drag in the mud, Vito lost his balance and fell backwards into the gap.
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At first, after falling backwards into the hole, Vito was found in mud ankle along the edge. However, in vain attempt to gain a perch for your feet, was drawn to be the center, where the mud seemed bottomless. To her horror was slowly sinking deeper. Casting frantically, saw a bush on the edge of the ravine. Discovered by the collapse of the road was almost completely uprooted. His tenuous claim to the soil made it seem to sink into the mud. One of its branches – as thin as the little finger of a man – lay within reach of Vito. He clung desperately, and yet almost totally exposed roots made him reluctant to pull his precarious lifeline.
He feared that his weight could pull up the weed from its perch, leaving it without contact to the mainland. His caution proved futile. Inexorably choking mud up your body until your belly. Vito knew it was only a matter of time before the hole is completely swallowed, becoming another casualty of the battle is missing. It was beyond human aid. Only God can save him.
So read Vito. And how he prayed! Not in a whisper, or embarrassment, he was too desperate for them. The weather is no worry that God does not listen and respond, but offered no concern about which format to use. Rapid sinking into eternity, Vito shamelessly cried out to God for rescue.
“God out of here, nobody can get me out! If I lie here, I will go for ever, my family never knows what happened to me, Lord! Not let me die here!” Lord, help me take care of me !
The seriousness of the sentence, so full of fear, can not be doubted. God heard the cry of Vito. Instantly, an invisible presence to him: “Pull the branch!” He spoke audibly! Vito knew God had heard him, but dared not pull the branch.
“But Lord, the Bush administration will leave! It has nothing to cling to!” For now, this had fallen to the armpits in mud and sinking deeper. Horrified, he continued to shout, “Lord, get me out of here!”
“Pull the branch!, The presence commanded.
“But the roots are coming out. If I pull harder the Bush administration will leave! I’ll be lost!”
But the presence was adamant. “Pull the branch!”
Vito finally relented. “Lord OK. I’m doing what you said, here goes.” With these words, he hoped all his weight to the line. With power, pulled out to counter the tenacious mud. So powerful was the suction of the mud that swallowed a snopaks of Vito. It was as if the mountain requires a symbol for the liberation of his victim. Ironically, after climbing to the right of the runway, Vito found the mule had made the leap successfully. Together, they returned to their camp area.
Vito said that without the intervention of God, his body would still be in the mountains of Cassino.
“When youâ? Return to the armpits in mud, your heart??? You’re on your way down,” he said, “My snopak was deeply in the mud, which is a tremendous amount of pressure.” When ordered to shoot, I could see roots coming out. He should have obeyed the first time. Sometimes God’s way is hard, but ITA???? S the only way. ”
Vito credited the prayers of his church for the safe return of all his soldiers.
When the last of the Church???? S soldiers returned, the congregation held a special service of thanksgiving to the Lord, followed by a joyous celebration banquet. God had answered their prayers for each soldier with his shadow protection. Despite their dangerous work, and not one of the twenty seven men suffered serious injury. Given the law of averages, that alone is miraculous.
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 © Josprel (Jose Perrello
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