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  • Author: Michael R Spradlin

Who Trains the Superheroes?

Special Forces Members May Not Have Super Powers but They Do Have Super Training Imagine for a moment that you are flying in a helicopter. For most of us, that represents an adventure that few will experience. Now add to that: you are strapped in your helicopter seat in a near hurricane, at night, over water, and…

The Passion Play Prelude

In 1633 the Black Death struck the town of Oberammergau in Bavaria, Germany.  The people of the town vowed to God that if the Plague would pass them by then they would perform a Passion Play every ten years in honor of the miracle.  They have kept their vow for over 350 years. In an…

Sunt un Trombonist

Every international traveler fears that moment.  You have unintentionally said something embarrassing/inappropriate or just downright stupid.  Having traveled the world I should have overcome this fear but, alas, this fear always remains, packed away in my carryon bag. Every new culture you encounter is another opportunity to add to your list of personal faux pas….

I Found You

The pastor remembered the encounter but not the name. Some memories dim but they never completely fade away.  As a young sailor, he remembered his ship docking in New Orleans, Louisiana.  He remembered walking the docks as the man approached him and struck up a conversation.  He remembered the man telling him that Jesus Christ could…

The Last Flight of the Listen Here Tojo!

September 15, 1943: New Guinea On Wednesday morning, September 15, 1943, B-17s of the 43rd Bomb Group leave Jackson Field, Port Moresby to bomb the Japanese forces near the town of Lae. The flight is not long but it is over the formidable Owen Stanley Mountain Range. On the return flight, the formation flies into…

Sons of the 43rd

The jungle knew all along.  But for fifty years it had held its secret.  The war had moved on and left it in peace, or what passes for peace in the still uninhabitable regions of New Guinea.  Searches were conducted, families mourned, and memories faded.  Still, the jungle only hid its treasure, it did not erase…

The Baptist Attic

From time to time I chance upon unremarkable discoveries that seem to compel me to search out their secrets.  Of course, if I was better informed to start with I could dispense with the effort and move on to something more productive.  However, today productivity must take a back seat to the necessity of curiosity (i.e. I’m…

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