By Corporal J. Roberts
I was laying out one day wounded, and laying near me was a comrade of another Platoon with a serious leg wound; how well I remember him saying, “I am dying,” so I crawled over to him and did all I could to stop the bleeding. I asked him, “Are you ready to die?” He said “No, I don’t want to die, to face the unknown.” When the bullets ceased flying around I was able to speak to him of the only One able to save him from death and the judgment to follow; and by faith he accepted Jesus Christ as his Saviour, and I could hear him as we lay there (taking all the cover we could from bursting shrapnel!) crying “Lord help me,” and later on when I left him in Hospital, he said he was quite certain God had saved and cleansed him. I can hear the skeptic say,” That was only his fear of death,” well, he did not die, but was sent home to our Depot in Wales. He roved by his life that God had made a new man of him. He has since been killed in the firing line, but not before he had proved a great help to me out here, and I know I shall meet him in the Father’s Home above.