The Message

We had almost given up.

Then, I yelled to call the doctor, as I felt his fingers curl around my hand.

“He is moving.”

The doctor and nurses surrounded the bed and started pumping life.

“God helped us through you.” I thanked them with folded hands.

“No,” We heard a feeble voice from the brave soldier’s mouth, “God is just Light. They don’t wear uniforms. I’ve been there.”

“Where?”

Silence.

“It was all peaceful, and I was a baby. The next lifetime and the next few years would be better. But a voice asked me to go back, because there is a mission to be completed.” His voice trailed off again.

A nurse was bending over him.

“What is the message, Sir? Will the war end? My husband is flying a fighter jet right now.”

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What Do You See #333