From: God
Sent: November 15, 2007
To: Kent, Red, Mom
Subject: A Soldier – For the Duration
GOD: Good morning, Son! Come with Me and listen to this conversation.
Red: (Red is a twenty-one-year-old in Pittsburgh, PA in 1941. Everyone calls him “Red” because of his red hair and freckles.)
Hey, Mom, I joined the Marines!
Mom: Oh, Son! I don’t know how to feel about that. Your father died two years ago. Your older sister got married. It’s just you and I, Son. Times are so hard now. I need you here to help out.
Red: But Mom, the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor last week! The President is calling for volunteers to join the war effort. I’ve got to go!
Mom: Son, you are only twenty-one. Your whole life is ahead of you. You could be killed or wounded. Then what would I do?
Red: Mom, if I don’t go, they may come to attack us here. I’ve got to go to protect you, Sis, and our country. We didn’t start this fight but we’ve been attacked. There is no other choice now. We must fight to defend ourselves.
Mom: Oh, Son, there will be plenty of other young men who join up. You could stay here and work in a steel mill to supply equipment for the war.
Red: Mom, you know I love you and wouldn’t hurt you for the world, but this is something I have got to do! I leave in three weeks.
Mom: How long did you enlist for, two years?
Red: For the duration of the war.
Mom: What does that mean?
Red: I’ll be fighting until it’s over. It’s them or us.
Mom: Oh, Son! You are a man now. You can make your own decisions. This rips my heart out, but I love you and I’m proud of you!
Red: I’ll write you every chance I get and send you as much of my pay as I can to help out here. You will make it, Mom. I’ll be back. I promise.
Mom: Son, you realize that enlisting means that you are giving your mind, body, and future to Uncle Sam, don’t you? You must obey every command he gives, even if it means your death.
Red: I know, Mom. I’m dedicating everything to this cause.
Mom: Son, let’s pray for God to protect you and give us the victory.
………Three Weeks Later
Officer: Next! OK, Soldier: name, height, weight, and shoe size!
Red: Robert B. Hovind, sir, six foot two, two hundred twenty pounds, size twelve shoe, sir.
Kent: Oh, God! Thank you for protecting my dad for those four awful years! He dedicated everything for the cause of freedom. He saw all twenty-five of his fellow classmates in training get killed! Those Marines gave it all!
GOD: Yes, Son, war is awful, and those Marines were dedicated.
Kent: Lord….I know there is a great war going on for the minds and souls of men.
God: Yes, there is, Son, ever since the Garden of Eden.
Kent: Lord….I don’t have much to offer, but You can have me. I’m Yours to use however You want and whenever You want, even in prison……..for the duration.
God: I accept your offer, Son, again.
Kent: Lord…I signed up the first time almost thirty-nine years ago now. Does boot camp ever end?
God: Well, boot camp ends, but I often call My soldiers to get further training for new assignments. I’ll re-assign you soon, Son. Go back to sleep. Training continues when you wake up. I’ve got your back.