Excerpts from Letters Concerning Christian Science Wartime Activities

[From a volunteer Christian Science Wartime Worker]

When we first entered the combat zone a soldier came to me for some help. He was a wire man in one of the battalion communication sections, and was often called upon to go out in the front lines to repair communication lines which had been severed by shrapnel. He was very fearful and nervous about such work. So we pondered the word "communication," and he began to realize that the only type of communication he need be concerned with was communing with God, the true and only source of all messages. He went away extremely happy, able to face his task unafraid. He worked at that job for some little time, often under intense shell fire, and always did his work well. Since then he has been transferred to a rear echelon company and works in the radio section—a position he had long desired.

About sixteen months ago, when I was in Italy, I had been unable to find a Christian Scientist. I was taken very ill with malaria and placed in an English hospital. One of my buddies who is not a Scientist managed to get to a large city, where he located a Christian Science chaplain and told him of my condition. From that moment I began to improve, and my recovery was so rapid that the hospital officials were amazed. Just two days previous they wrote my folks in the States that I was on the danger list and that they would write to them regularly about my condition. Two days after my family received that letter, a letter from me arrived saying that I was "O.K." Later, when it was my privilege to serve in the Christian Science Service Center in Naples, I felt that I was standing on holy ground when I heard the testimonies of the combat men giving gratitude for their proofs of the protecting power of their Father-Mother God.

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September 22, 1945
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