May 20, 2010
Sandbaggage
Sometimes I think I carry a heavy load… not hardly! I invited men at a retreat to tell a few others something no one else knew. Tom decided to let his secret out. He went to Vietnam with a Buddy, and they agreed to come home whole or not come home. The Buddy got hit bad, he looked like hamburger. The look in his eyes said “do it!” Tom killed him with his .45, and used his body as a sandbag. He felt bullets hitting his Buddy’s body, protecting him.

It’s just not right
That killing could be that right
Lord have healing mercy