Post by breathoflife on Sept 9, 2019 19:44:22 GMT -6
i am posting the story my husband a Vietnam Nam veteran has told our family and others.
it was monsoon season and it rained and rained and then for a change it poured. The base camp they were at got word the Christmas show was coming all the young Marines were lifted morale like nothing short of going home could do.all the marines were sure this meant Bob Hope and all he brought with him, read young pretty American girls. Many of them were Christians but they were also lonely young men for family and country. The day arrived and everyone not standing posts assembled in the field by the stage in the mud and rain. Stage seemed small but being just south of the DMZ maybe just bob and a few guests. The time for the show to start and three folks from the USO came out to play. Morale took a big hit and my husband and many others turned to go back and at least be dry and warm. My husband tells he had moved about ten feet heading home. The trio from the USO began playing and singing Silent Niight everyone leaving froze turned back and there on a hill the Marines reassembled and my husband stood there in that awful and that awful weather crying and singing the finest sounding performance by a bunch of man/children 12,000 miles from home. To this day it is the song above all others and the rain and mud is gone but not the tears of joy first shed over50 years ago. He suffers from PTSD but he is adamant it was the first real time the Lord was not a distant God but One who goes out of His way seeking His sheep.
it was monsoon season and it rained and rained and then for a change it poured. The base camp they were at got word the Christmas show was coming all the young Marines were lifted morale like nothing short of going home could do.all the marines were sure this meant Bob Hope and all he brought with him, read young pretty American girls. Many of them were Christians but they were also lonely young men for family and country. The day arrived and everyone not standing posts assembled in the field by the stage in the mud and rain. Stage seemed small but being just south of the DMZ maybe just bob and a few guests. The time for the show to start and three folks from the USO came out to play. Morale took a big hit and my husband and many others turned to go back and at least be dry and warm. My husband tells he had moved about ten feet heading home. The trio from the USO began playing and singing Silent Niight everyone leaving froze turned back and there on a hill the Marines reassembled and my husband stood there in that awful and that awful weather crying and singing the finest sounding performance by a bunch of man/children 12,000 miles from home. To this day it is the song above all others and the rain and mud is gone but not the tears of joy first shed over50 years ago. He suffers from PTSD but he is adamant it was the first real time the Lord was not a distant God but One who goes out of His way seeking His sheep.
