A true Christmas miracle that happened in Vietnam, 1967. This story touches men, women and children.
Many families read it aloud each year, as it is so inspiring.
We were brought into a large river area, northwest of Saigon and near the fringes of the Ninth Infantry Division that bordered along the Twenty-Fifth Infantry Division. We had discovered a bridge that went over a large river and we decided to camp there for the next few days, as we'd be making patrols in the area. As we were standing around, watching the last of the sun go down, we noticed that three trucks were speeding in our direction. We knew they were probably headed for a safe haven, for we all knew that the night belonged to the enemy. As they approached the bridge, we could hear screeching brakes.