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Noah's Ark Replica

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The Bible on one page

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Story of a WWII Veteran sent by a friend who attended recent funeral
Charles Robert Correnti served in General Patton's Third Army during World War II, in the 87th Infantry Division, 346th Regiment, Company "G" beginning in December, 1944. This was the period following the Battle of the Bulge, when the German Army was falling back, eastward toward Berlin, as the Allies were advancing. He was 23 years old. What follows is the account of how Charles became a Purple Heart recipient, and this event had particular religious significance for him. In late February, Charles had a recurring thought that troubled him. "Will I see the first of March?" kept popping up in his mind. His unit had breached the Sigfried Line on February 26th and the fighting was intense. On February 28th, Charles was in an afternoon battle, shooting from the trenches alongside the men in his unit. Suddenly, he felt pain coming from his left side, just below his left arm. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. His lieutenant approached him, asking, "Are you alright?” Charles told his lieutenant that he had been wounded. The lieutenant told him to leave everything there in the trench: his rifle, canteen, everything. There was a knocked out German "pillbox" (as the G.I.'s called the fixed fortifications with slots in the cement to shoot through) that was being converted into an Allied First Aid Station a few hundred yards back. So Charles did as the lieutenant said, heading back to where the First Aid Station was reported to be. He was unarmed, bleeding and unable to use his left arm normally. Whether due to his condition, inaccurate directions, or the fog of war, he was unable to locate the first aid station as nightfall arrived, and found that he was now surrounded by enemy troops. He found a tree with long sloping branches located near a town and a road. He crawled underneath the tree to wait out the night, uncertain as to whether the town was allied or enemy controlled. Enemy soldiers walked the road that night, talking to each other in German. Charles could clearly see them through the branches, close enough to see their boots, and one soldier lighting a cigarette. His survival depended on being absolutely silent while he shivered, wounded, hungry, and unarmed, through the night. He saw them entering the town -- he dared not go there for help. His condition worsened throughout the night as he bled. When the morning came, he peered through the branches, and in the distance he saw a figure who looked like a soldier digging a trench, holding the distinctive shape of the shovel the G.I.'s were given for that purpose. Something told him, "Go.". He left the tree and ran toward the soldier, who appeared to be in a large clearing. When he reached the clearing, there was no soldier there. He had simply vanished. Charles kept on running in the same direction. Further in the clearing, he saw a tank, and as he got closer, saw there was a big white star on the side. He yelled "American G.I.! Hold your fire!". The commander of the tank column told him, "You have a million dollar wound, Joe. You're going home." When he was treated by the medics, they removed the bullet. It was a ricochet, it went in sideways, and it took a large part of his shirt into the wound, which stopped the bleeding, or he would have died. It was Charles' firm conviction that the soldier he saw was really someone supernatural, sent from God, maybe an angel. There was no way he could have disappeared so quickly -- he would have seen him in that clearing. And the Army would never send one soldier to go dig a trench all by himself. But had he not seen him, he may never have gotten to safety alive. It was obvious that Charles had great faith. He loved his family, his country and his God. He was active at Stella Maris Church for almost 20 years, retreated annually to Malvern, and was a devout Catholic. He tried to live his life in keeping with the teachings of Jesus Christ. He was kind, selfless, generous and humble. He was truly an inspiration to anyone that met him. Up until the end, he found comfort in prayer, communion, and his strong faith. We, his family, firmly believe that he finally got to thank that soldier in Heaven.

Rosary 2

St. Edmond Choir in Rome 2004

St. Edmond Choir in Rome 2004
Photo after Mass at Basilica

Gene, Jo-Ann & Friends in Vegas

Gene, Jo-Ann & Friends in Vegas