The World of Myth Magazine

Second tour of duty in a foreign land; it's a terrible place, nothing but sand. I stepped on a mine and lost both legs and an arm. I heard one of my buddies say, "Leave him. He's bought the farm."

I closed my eyes and said, "God, if you're really out there. Please hear this my Christmas prayer."

I opened my eyes, and He was standing in front of me. Couldn't make out His face. A bright light was all I could see.

He said, "My Son take my hand. Your Christmas miracle is a trip to the promised land."

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