Every Battle Belongs to the Lord: U.S. Marine Saved by Archangel Michael
There are many kinds of battles fought on many different fronts. None are as dangerous as the battlefield fraught with life-threatening weapons of personal and mass destruction which soldiers of wartime face.
Every soldier is to be commended for their hard work and dedication. And veterans of all wars deserve to have their stories told through the years, making sure each generation understands the courage it takes to defend the country, faith, and a sovereign way of life.
One of the most fascinating battle stories I have heard is about a soldier in 1950 in the Korean War. This young man thought he was alone on the battlefield, but he happened upon another. As he walked and talked with this soldier, he found there was something very different about him. He soon realized he was walking with an angel.
Below is the letter he wrote to his mother about the incident and a video depicting the miracle event.
U.S. Marine Saved by Saint Michael
"Have you heard the amazing and true story about St. Michael the Archangel saving the soldier in 1950 in the Korean War? It was read by the Navy Chaplain to 5,000 Marines at a San Diego Naval Base in 1951. This letter was also read once a year in the 1960s over a Midwestern radio station at Christmas time."
"Background: What follows is a letter that was written by a young Marine to his mother while he was hospitalized after being wounded on a Korean battlefield in 1950. It came into the hands of a Navy Chaplain, who read the letter before 5,000 Marines at a San Diego Naval Base in 1951."
"The Navy chaplain had talked to the boy, to the boy's mother and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol. This navy chaplain, Father Walter Muldy, would always assure anyone who asked that this a true story. This letter had been read once a year in the 1960s over a Midwestern radio station at Christmas time."
"We present the letter and let it stand on its own merits."
I am writing to you from a hospital bed. Don't worry, Mom, I am okay. I was wounded, but the doctor says that I will be up in no time.
But that's not what I have to tell you, Mom. Something happened to me that I don't dare tell anyone else for fear of their disbelief. But I have to tell you, the one person I can confide in, though even you may find it hard to believe.
You remember the prayer to Saint Michael that you taught me to pray when I was little: "Michael, Michael of the morning,…"
Before I left home for Korea, you urged me to remember this prayer before any confrontation with the enemy. But you really didn't have to remind me, Mom. I have always prayed it, and when I got to Korea, I sometimes said it a couple of times a day while marching or
Well, one day, we were told to move forward to scout for Commies. It was a really cold day. As I was walking along, I perceived another fellow walking beside me, and I looked to see who it was.
He was a big fellow, a Marine about 6'4" and built proportionally. Funny, but I didn't know him, and I thought I knew everyone in my unit. I was glad to have the company and broke the silence between us:
"Chilly today, isn't it?" Then I chuckled because suddenly it seemed absurd to talk about the weather when we were advancing to meet the enemy.He chuckled too, softly.
"I thought I knew everyone in my outfit," I continued, " but I have never seen you before."
"No," he agreed, "I have just joined. The name is Michael."
"Really?! That's mine, too."
"I know," the Marine said, "Michael, Michael of the morning…."
"Mom, I was really surprised that he knew about my prayer, but I had taught it to many of the other guys, so I supposed that the newcomer must have picked it up from someone else. As a matter of fact, it had gotten around to the extent that some of the fellows were calling me "Saint Michael."Then, out of the blue, Michael said, "There's going to be trouble ahead."
I wondered how he could know that. I was breathing hard from the march, and my breath hit the cold air like dense clouds of fog. Michael seemed to be in top shape because I couldn't see his breath at all. Just then, it started to snow heavily, and soon it was so dense I could no longer hear or see the rest of my outfit. I got a little scared and yelled, "Michael!" Then I felt his strong hand on my shoulder and heard his voice in my ear, "It's going to clear up soon."
It did clear up, suddenly. And then, just a short distance ahead of us, like so many dreadful realities, were seven Commies, looking rather comical in their funny hats. But there was nothing funny about them now; their guns were steady and pointed straight in our direction.
"Down, Michael!!" I yelled as I dove for cover. Even as I was hitting the ground, I looked up and saw Michael still standing, as if paralyzed by fear, or so I thought at the time. Bullets were spurting all over the place, and Mom, there was no way those Commies could have missed at that short distance. I jumped up to pull him down, and then I was hit.
The pain was like a hot fire in my chest, and as I fell, my head swooned and I remember thinking, "I must be dying…" Someone was laying me down, strong arms were holding me and laying me gently on the snow. Through the daze, I opened my eyes, and the sun seemed to blaze in my eyes. Michael was standing still, and there was a terrible splendor in his face. Suddenly, he seemed to grow, like the sun, the splendor increasing intensely around him like the wings of an angel. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I saw that Michael held a sword in his hand, and it flashed like a million lights.
Later on, when I woke up, the rest of the guys came to see me with the sergeant.
"How did you do it, son?" he asked me.
"Where's Michael?" I asked in reply.
"Michael who?" The sergeant seemed puzzled.
"Michael, the big Marine walking with me, right up to the last moment. I saw him there as I fell."
"Son," the sergeant said gravely, "you're the only Michael in my unit. I hand-picked all you fellows, and there's only one Michael. You. And son, you weren't walking with anyone. I was watching you because you were too far off from us, and I was worried.
Now tell me, son," he repeated, "how did you do it?"
It was the second time he had asked me that, and I found it irritating."
How did I do what?"
"How did you kill those seven Commies? There wasn't a single bullet fired from your rifle."
"Come on, son. They were strewn all around you, each one killed by a sword-stroke."
And that, Mom, is the end of my story. It may have been the pain, or the blazing sun, or the chilling cold. I don't know, Mom, but there is one thing I am sure about. It happened.
Love your son,
Incredible Miracle: U.S. Marine Saved by Saint Michael
RubyRayMedia (mirrored from TFP Student Action)
Published May 18, 2016
5:43 viewing length
To have attained the position of Archangel, a leader of legions of Angels, is a daunting task in itself, but to be the leader of God's Army of Angels is quite an achievement.
"He is the archangel of the first ray of protection, faith and the will of God. He is the Prince of the Archangels and of the Angelic Hosts, the Defender of the Faith, the Angel of Deliverance. The Book of Daniel calls him "the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people."(Dan 12:1)
"He is the greatest and most revered of angels in Jewish, Christian and Islamic scriptures and tradition. In Muslim lore, he is the angel of nature who provides both food and knowledge to man. In Jewish mystical tradition Archangel Michael is identified with the angel who wrestled with Jacob, destroyed the armies of Sennacherib and saved the three Hebrew boys in the fiery furnace. Archangel Michael was the angel who appeared to Joshua as he prepared to lead the Israelites in battle at Jericho."
"John the apostle speaks of Archangel Michael in the Book of Revelation (12:7-9), where he recounts that it was Michael who cast the devil and his angels out of heaven into the earth. By this we know that the fallen angels have taken embodiment and that the enemies of Christ are in the world of form. It is, therefore, Archangel Michael and the legions of blue lightning who serve with him who defend the children of God from the enemy of the Antichrist."
General Michael Flynn, another soldier who has faced many perils, recently introduced a prayer which enlists the help of the Archangels, to his audience
He later spoke of the prayer fondly, saying he has it printed on a special card given to him a long time ago, and carries it faithfully in his pocket reciting it often.
Watch the short video below as he taught the prayer to others.
Lt Gen Michael Thomas Flynn's Timely Decree to the Archangels (including Michael the Archangel)
RubyRayMedia on Rumble
Published Oct 15, 2021
1:06 viewing length
Transcript of General Flynn's Decree
We are your instrument of those seven-fold rays and all your archangels. All of them.
We will not retreat. We will not retreat.
We will stand our ground.
We will not fear to speak.
We will be the instrument of your will, whatever it is, in your name and the name of your legions.
We are freeborn and we shall remain freeborn.
And we shall not be enslaved by any foe within or without, so help me God.
God bless you.
God bless America.
Thank you very much.
A little insight into "seven-fold rays" ...
The seven-fold rays refers to the "seven spirits of God" mentioned in Revelation 1:4, 3:1, 4:5 and 5:6. The seven spirits of God are not specifically identified, so it's impossible to be dogmatic. Revelation 1:4 mentions that the seven spirits are before God's throne. Revelation 3:1 indicates that Jesus Christ "holds" the seven spirits of God. Revelation 4:5 links the seven spirits of God with seven burning lamps that are before God's throne. Revelation 5:6 identifies the seven spirits with the "seven eyes" of the Lamb and states that they are "sent out into all the earth."
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