My Testimony
+SEMPER FIDELIS+Psalm
91+
A Mother's 'Always
Faithful' Prayers
By Jim Baxter
Sgt.USMC World War II and Korea
My brother and
I joined the U.S. Marine Corps right out of high school and went away
to World War II. Our mother, a True Believer, wrapped us in Psalm 91
and claimed God's promises over us. He went to the Paramarine/Raiders
and the 5th MarDiv and I to the OSS and the 2nd MarDiv. We both went
through combat and returned home safely after the war.
In 1950, with the
outbreak of the Korean War, we were both recalled to active duty with
the 1st Marine Division. Our mother again wrapped us in Psalm 91, gave
each of us a small New Testament, and again sent us off to war with
the Lord's blessing.
As a 12-year-old,
I had accepted the Lord but had never been well disciplined or obedient.
I wanted to play patty-cake in the sand piles of the world. At 25, when
I went to Korea, I started reading the little New Testament my mother
had given me.
At the Inchon landing,
and for the next two weeks of heavy combat as a rifle-squad leader,
I read a few Bible verses every day. I loved my brother Marines who
suffered and died alongside me. As the death and destruction grew more
intense - and as I stood on the brink of eternity - I did not like what
I saw.
As my outfit, Fox
Company [F-2-1], attacked up the streets of Seoul, I was hit with a
machine-gun bullet. I made it behind a burning police sub-station in
the middle of the street. My corpsman, Chico, dressed my wounds and
as sniper bullets crashed into the street beside us, he laid on top
of me - covering me with his own body - and yelled in my ear, "You've
had enough!" Other riflemen nailed the snipers and as Chico left
me to help other Marines lying wounded in the street, he was hit by
two bullets that blew the shinbone out of his leg. I never saw Chico
again.
Several Marines
threw a wooden door on the ground, rolled me on it and ran me down the
street under heavy fire. It was a fearsome ride. I was placed on a DUKW,
given a shot of morphine, and dreamed a beautiful restful sleep to Kimpo
airfield and the flight to Japan.
At Yokosuka Naval
Hospital for three months, I proclaimed my loyalty to Chico, my corpsman.
One night, the Lord came to me. I saw the blood running down His forehead,
into His eyes, and down over His cheeks. I looked into His blood-filled
eyes. He spread out His bloody hands and said, "I did this for
you."
I was willing to
be loyal to Chico - but had not been willing to be loyal to the Lord.The
Lord said, "Come and follow me. I will make you a man. Put away
childish things." I knew what he meant.I said, "Yes Sir."
With the Lord as
the Lord of my life, I re-joined my outfit and went back into front-line
combat for another five months before returning home.My brother came
home with frostbitten feet and I came home with a tender rear-end. Our
mother cried with joy unspeakable.We were both baptized and have been
His loyal Marines ever since. Everyday we say, "Yes Sir,"
to the Lord Jesus - our CHAMPION and HERO. My Lord and my God.
Winston Churchill
once said, "Courage is the most important virtue because it makes
all other virtues possible." As a senior in high school ready to
join the Marine Corps, I thought his statement was good. The sequence
sounded right.
As a 26-year old
veteran of front-line combat in two wars, I came to understand that
Churchill was not accurate. Courage is not the prime virtue.It is faithfulness/loyalty/commitment
that is the prime virtue. It is being faithful that makes all other
virtues possible, including courage. The Corps has it right: semper
fidelis. Always Faithful
"Moreover,
it is required of stewards that a man be found faithful."
I Corinthians 4:2