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Blind Faith
http://blindfaithbook.blogspot.com
My dad wrote a book about his year in Vietnam serving as a U.S. Army chaplain. We have some family copies of the book but it was never published for the public. My dad passed away in 2004 after battling Leukemia. I've decided to share his story with the world in his memory.
- Added on: Jun 22nd, 2008
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: tcaaggie
- Listed in: Christianity Big History
- Tags: christianity war Faith vietnam
Recent Posts
The Briefing – A Short Discussion About a Long War
February 28, 1970 Dear Chaplain Miller, Jim, as I promised in my last letter, I’m going to share with you an experience I had at our brigade briefing. It was more like a stand up comic session that we had last night at a briefing just b...
The Men: Part II - A War Within Themselves
February 27, 1970 Dear Chaplain Miller, This is a continuing part of a very long section about the men in Vietnam. I know I had some flashbacks to the men I worked with in Okinawa. For the most part, they appear to be the same, except the GI's here a...
THE MEN: Without Men, Would There Be War? - Part 3
The radio broke up our session and Joe had to go to the TOC. As Joe left, I began to think about my experience with the racial situation in my life. In Morgan Park, Minnesota, where I was born, there was one family of blacks. They were calle...
THE MEN: Without Men, Would There Be War? - Part 2
The only women in our area were the Nurses and the USO workers who were often called Donut Dollies. I had only a passing acquaintance with them. The men I got to know well because I lived with them. I bathed with them. I ate with them. I slept in ...
The Men: Without Men, Would There Be War? - Part 1
Monday, February 26, 1970 Dear Chaplain Miller, Jim, I finally found some time today to write my thoughts and observations to you. The other day I sent you a letter about the women in Vietnam. In this letter, I'll try to talk about some observa...
THE WOMEN: The War Within The Man - Part 2
Doug entered and took a seat. I knew he had gone on R & R for some rest and recreation earlier and had just gotten back. He looked worried as he took a seat. I poured him a cup of black coffee. "Sorry, no sugar or milk" I apologized. "I take it ...
