D-DAY STORY - PART II

 D-DAY STORY - DAY 2

This week I’m experimenting with fiction (and I don’t think it is very good).

Two days ago was the 79th anniversary of D-Day the invasion of France by the Allied forces on June 6, 1944.

Yesterday I wrote of a surgical team in France after D-Day.

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Marvin Helms rolled over and vomited.  Beside him were Howard Addison, and Garrett Bradbury.  These three were the surgeons in tent A-5 fixing up the severely injured from the D-Day invasion.

Joshua Oliver, an MP found the three passed out during a bullet removal surgery after a long day of surgeries.  MPs had dragged the three surgeons out and given them smelling salts to revive them.  

But, seemingly this was something strange.  Inside the tent, the operating table was smoldering, the patient seemed dead on the table and green putrid smoke was rising to the top of the tent.  

Other doctors who had just finished a successful surgery and were taking a break rushed up to help their comrades.  Timothy Reilly from Richmond, Virginia was one of the first on the scene.  

“Get me some clean water,” Timothy yelled at a passing MP.  It was a couple of minutes and now Garrett Bradbury was vomiting.  

The MP ran back with a pail of clean water, and Timothy Reilly was washing down Marvin Helms's face and hands.  As Timothy touched Marvin’s hands, Marvin screamed with pain.  

Another doctor, Jerry Lange from Sioux Falls, South Dakota was working on Garrett.  When he got a pail of water, he too washed Garrett's face and hands and Garrett screamed.

Howard Addison hadn’t vomited yet but was panting and short of breath.  Jerry Lange grabbed Howard’s hands.  The hands were burning hot.  Jerry asked Howard, “Are your hands hurt?”, but Howard didn’t answer back.  

Joshua Oliver grabbed two more MPs and pulled the patient off the table and outside.  The wooden table was still smoldering, but not quite on fire.  At first, they thought the patient was dead, but Joshua felt a slight pulse.  He yelled, “He’s alive, medics help him.”

The man on the ground was unconscious, but his dog tags said “Robert Mullins”.  But, when Joshua felt for a pulse, it was as if the man was on fire himself. Instead of washing Robert Mullins's face, Joshua poured some water over the man’s body.  It was almost like steam was escaping and then a poof of green smoke!!

Back in the tent, the green smoke that had been rising to the ceiling was condensing into a form - a dark green, menacing form.  Slowly the form took the shape of an eight-foot-tall manlike shape.

Poof, the tent went up in green fire as the form moved out towards the doctors and patients.

“LET THEM BE”, said the green shape.  (If a person had read scary comic books, this shape was like a demon out of those comic books.)  “THEY ARE MY POSSESSION”. 

Joshua Oliver grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on the green shape, but halfway to the demon, it turned into green, putrid smoke and flew up into the air.

The demon faced off at Joshua - “THEY ARE MINE BACK OFF”.  The demon pointed his hands toward Joshua and he fell over backward, unconscious.

The demon advanced to Marvin Helms and touched him on the arm.  The arm smoldered and released a puff of green smoke from his arm.

Another of the MPs grabbed his rifle and shot at the demon.  The shot went right through him and he laughed - the scariest laugh you ever heard.  The demon pointed at the rifle which started to melt in the MP’s hands.  He threw the hot gun on the ground and started to run. The demon now pointed at the MP running away, and he fell to the ground, also unconscious.  

There were now six people on the ground, some conscious and some unconscious.  

The demon pointed at a neighboring tent and poof, it became a green burning cloud.  

There had been three men in the tent working on a patient with a bullet wound, they staggered out of the smoking tent.  

One of these men turned and faced the green demon.

“Are you going to take me on, little man?”  and the demon laughed his hideous laugh again.  

But, the man grabbed a chain around his neck with his left hand, fingered something on that chain, and slowly approached the demon.

When he was about six feet away, he said in an authoritative voice, “In the Name of Jesus Christ, be gone, evil spirit.”  

It seemed as if the demon was going to knock this man down by pointing at him.

The man again said, louder, “BE GONE EVIL SPIRIT”. 

The demon seemed to back away but challenged the man

“And who do you think you are, o little man?” 

The man answered, “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I COMMAND YOU TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW”.  The man continued to walk slowly toward the green spirit.

The demon seemed to be shrinking.  

The man yelled even louder, “BE GONE IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST”.  

And, the spirit slowly dissipated - and with a final “BE GONE IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST”, the demon disappeared totally.  

The others who were conscious were dumbfounded at what had just happened.  

The man stood facing the last location of the demon, still clutching something on a chain around his neck.

After a minute, he turned and faced the men on the ground and standing amazed, said “PEACE BE WITH YOU, BE MADE WHOLE, AND FORGET THIS INCIDENT”.

Slowly Marvin Helms, Garrett Bradbury, Howard Addison, and Joshua Sims came to.  But by then, the man who had faced the demon had walked through them and away from the surgical tents.  

There seemed only to be a slight memory of the incident.  Two tents had been destroyed, and the men were at a loss to explain what had happened to the tents, and why they were laying on the ground (and some with vomit around them).  

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I was the only one who could tell this story.  I am now 106 years old and I am dying.  No one knows or remembers this story, and it will go to my grave.  

I’ve heard that some of the men have bad dreams about the incident or PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  

I don’t know what happened to me that day.  Something deep inside told me to do it. Experts talk about the fight or flight reaction to danger, and somehow I fought a demon.  I never did anything like that again in my life, but that single memory crowds the other memories away.  

I have passed my crucifix on to my great-grandson.  And he knows that JESUS CHRIST is greater than any demon or problem in a person’s life.  I had told him that in extreme danger trust in the name of Jesus Christ, and hold on to the crucifix.

Humming “Great is the Lord and Greatly to be Praised”. 

LOVE WINS

LOVE TRANSFORMS

KAREN WHITE, ©, JUNE 8, 2023