A soldier's encounter with Michael the Archangel

There’s a shroud of darkness over America.
Here’s a reminder of light . . . .
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In the Korean War (1950-53), a U.S. Marine named Michael had an encounter with his namesake and patron saint, to whom he had prayed every day
since his youth for protection. Below is a revised (for literary effect) version of soldier Michael’s letter to his mother, which was verified by the Marine Chaplain. (Source: Opus Sanctorum Angelorum: Angel Stories)

My company and I went out on patrol on a foggy wintry day.
A new soldier had joined our group and was marching alongside me.
I turned to him and said, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”
The new soldier replied, “I just joined at the last minute. My name is Michael.”
“Is that so?” I said, surprised. “That’s my name, too!”
“I know,” he said. “Michael, Michael, of the morning….”
Those are the beginning words of my daily prayer to St. Michael, my patron saint  as well as the patron saint of soldiers and police officers. How could this new soldier know my name, much less recite this same prayer? Still, I thought to myself, I had taught the prayer to the other soldiers. Perhaps, this was how the soldier knows it.
We walked in silence for a time. Suddenly, the new soldier Michael warned: “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”
In the fog, Michael and I got separated from our company. Then, it began to snow. Later the fog lifted, the snow stopped and the sun came out. We walked over a little hill, and there were seven North Korean soldiers waiting for us with raised rifles 30-40 yards away.
I shouted, “Get down!” and threw myself on the ground just as the enemy soldiers began firing. But Michael just stood there, although he should have been killed instantly.
I got up to push Michael to the ground, but received a bullet to the chest.
I felt Michael’s strong arms around me. As he was laying me on the ground, I looked up and saw, not the new soldier, but St. Michael standing there in a blaze of glory, his face shining like the sun. He had a sword in his hand that flashed with a million lights!
That was the last thing I saw before I passed out.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by my company, who were attending to my wound.
I asked them, “Where is Michael?”
But nobody had seen this new soldier, Michael. Moreover, my sergeant said he had seen me walking alone. They wanted to know how I’d done it — how I had managed to kill all seven of the enemy troops without firing a shot.
You see, the seven North Korean troops had all been dispatched with the stroke of a sword.
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To read more about St. Michael, see “A Day of Archangels.”
See also these other angelic encounters:

~Eowyn

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I read your column everyday, and want to Thank you for the laughter the tears you bring my way. I am writing today to tell of a story in my darkest hour when I was also touched by an Angel who gave me strength. In 1993 my father was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer, I was devastated, and my mother crumbled in grief and it was up to me to deal with the medical community as well as making sure my father received the best care as well as any options available. Shortly after his diagnosis I brought him home from… Read more »

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Both stories are absolutly beautiful!! It’s inspiring to read stories about when heaven touches earth. It also makes me pity the atheist who’s existence must be so meaningless and empty.

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Thank you both,I have never shared that story,and having to go there was very emotional for me. I love this column,and so inspired by getting my morning coffee and daily dose of goodness in these times.

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I promise, you will heal my belief he is always in your heart and I know he walks along side of you.

TrailDust
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TrailDust

What a great story, Dr. Eowyn! Thank you for passing it on!

Mike howrightismike
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Mike howrightismike

Great post, Dr. Eowyn!

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Reblogged this on Catholic Glasses.

CalGirl
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Thanks for this. I believe in miracles. At times they seem (to the public) exploited wishes of “hocus-pocus” thinking” But, because I have SEEN/experienced the impossible in the every-day, plain, ordinary life that I live, I understand that Divine intervention has played a part in my life . God doesn’t care if you are rich, poor, Repubican or Democrat (or other) or Black/White/whatever…male, female/whatever … .young, vital, old. He doesn’t care if your wish is HUGE or HUMBLE…God is with us/knows us in the singular, the personal….knowing “every hair on our head…knowing us even before we were born….and so on.”… Read more »

Steven Broiles
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I have read this before, and someone told me of this when I was a boy about fifty years ago. I believe it. Stories like this are necessary. And I believe it to be true.

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My 16 year old daughter was killed in a van, made by the Ford Motor Company, on the way home from a day of sledding with her Church group. 9 others in the van survived, but my daughter and her best friend were thrown from the van and died. Safety belts failed. Safety glass failed. Negligence was everywhere. Cause of death? Greed and corruption. Completely avoidable, total failure of the system to allow a vehicle so unsafe, it made 6o minutes on CBS and yet there are still over 500,000 of these vehicles still on the road, killing, maiming and… Read more »

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