Describe a 'miracle' you witnessed in the military or in combat.

CH (MAJ) William Beaver
Two miracles spring to mind while I was a Captain in the Army.
In the summer of 1988, after I recognized my need for Christ in September 1987, I became very sick with severe pain, fevers and chills. The military contract doctors at Fort Benning diagnosed me with pneumonia with pleurisy and treated me accordingly. I dropped 30 pounds from 180 something to 150 or so and was very week. I had not read the Bible through yet and had been attending church. A tired youth pastor came to the house one evening after a full day of work and anointed my forehead and oil and prayed over me in accordance with what I later learned was the Bible's instruction for prayer for the sick. It turned out I had shingles and a prostrate infection and the Lord healed me of those afflictions over the next couple of days - I don't remember all the details.
On September 28, 1992 while stationed in Bethesda Maryland I was letting my wife sleep on her birthday and let the 3 young sons play in the family room - 6 year old, 2 1/2 year old and 6 month old son who was not very mobile at that point. I went up to take a shower and was relaxing in the shower when my wife through open the door exclaiming that our youngest son was dead - he had been pushed back towards some cantilever stairs and his large head stopped him from falling through to the basement but his breathing had been cut off for who knows how long. As the child was thrust into my arms, the Lord spoke to my spirit and said "This sickness in not untoo death" I found myself arguing with God saying he had been hung he wasn't sick. I soon realized that I needed to trust God and held my son close to me and prayed. After some time he coughed and then his bluish face began to get better color and I held him close to me. The following Monday I took the young son named Caleb to see the chiropractor who was treating my neck following one of my whiplash injuries. This man was an atheist who I had been sharing my faith with over time. I explained what had happened to Caleb and he looked at me very skeptically; but, as he examined Caleb's neck he said he could not find any sign of damage to his neck.
I have seem God do many other miracles since then but these are the first 2 which He blessed me with when my faith was young but i was committed to serving Him as best I could.
LTC Stephen C., SSG James J. Palmer IV aka "JP4", SGT Forrest Stewart, SPC (Join to see), CPT L S, SGT (Join to see), SGT Robert Hawks,
CH (COL) Geoff Bailey, SSG Selwyn Bodley, COL Mikel J. Burroughs, 2LT (Join to see), SFC (Join to see), CPL Doug Hill, LTJG Robert M., CW5 Charlie Poulton, SSG (Join to see)

I've been paging through a paperback book about Psalm 91, and the stories people have told after reading, reciting, and remembering the promises of God.

I've had a few personal experiences myself, but notably I recall reading a chapter when the Germans were over running the British in WWII prior to the Normandy invasion. The Germans was taking over France and pushing Allied forces to the Atlantic ocean. The British Soldiers were pinned down, and every boat (military and civilian) from England was coming to save them from the onslaught of aircraft and artillery fire. The story goes on to say that 75,000 troops survived, and made it back to England.

My convoy was lined up ready to return to Balad from Baghdad. My vehicle is the last one, a soft top cargo HMMWV. Just before we are ready to pull out, an MP comes to me and asks if he can get his vehicle in my convoy headed back, he's got an armored HMMWV. I look at it and think, "he's got commo" so tell him to pull in behind me because I don't want to break up my convoy. On the freeway through Baghdad as we approach an overpass, I look up and see three men on it, the middle one I can't see his hands - my thought was "OH Crap". Just as I'm approaching I see him raise a rock about the size of a football and throw it down on the last vehicle. Being an up armored HMMWV, it bounced off. After we got back, stopped and talked I thought - That could have been me. If I'd told the MP to pull in front of me, that rock might have killed me and my passenger. Why did I tell him to fall in behind me? I always took the rear position in my convoys! Guess SOMEONE (Man up Stairs) was watching my back that day.