I know I don’t have much time left. The younger insurgent is still trying to prep the rocket, but any second his fumbling fingers will get it armed. I try to remember the Twenty- seventh Psalm. It is one of my favorites. The words do not come. Instead, my brain locks on to The Exorcist again. The power of Christ compels you. From the next room I hear more whispers. “Allahu Akbar.” Suddenly, the movie line doesn’t seem so foolish and random any more. They have their God. I have mine. “The power of Christ compels you.” Did I say that aloud? I don’t know. I don’t care. I seize those words. I embrace them. They become a lifeline. I stake everything on the strength they evoke. I utter them again, louder. I have my own mantra now. It is my talisman, my testament of faith. “THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” “ALLAHU AKBAR! ALLAHU AKBAR!” In one sudden rush, I carry the fight to my enemy. SSGT Dave, yet again.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 04:33:56 +0000