Staying on the path

MANY YEARS AGO I went through infantry training in the Carolinas. A lot of the training took place at night. These night maneuvers always left me with an "up-in-the-air" feeling. I was never quite sure, for instance, if, when moving through the woods at night and jumping into a foxhole, I'd meet up with a friendly—or not so friendly—copperhead.

Then there was the issue of not being able to see clearly. It was also a swampy area, and you could get into a rough situation if you didn't stay on firm ground.

I remember vividly having to do a night compass exercise. We were supposed to navigate by map and compass,and come out of the woods on dirt road, at a prearranged site—a metal stake driven into the ground. I got all fouled up on this one. But somehow, after fretting and sweating my way through it. I came out on the dirt road just a few feet from my assigned stake. I can't really say that I prayed about this. But then, maybe I did, in some way.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

July 29, 2002

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.