Almost every wounded soldier has had some thrilling experience which he is eager to relate and very frequently he believes firmly that his escape has been due to supernatural intervention. These two tales are typical. On April 4 I happened to have a talk with Hsin Chung-hai, a wound-de soldier in the Tenth Base Hospital. The ambulance train on which he Was riding was caught in an air raid at Kanchuang and as many as could left the train and crowded into a nearby church. Immediately four bombs were dropped on the mission buildings and much damage was done, but no one was injured. He thanks [God for saving their lives.
This story also comes from Shensi.
The experience of Rev. S: Bate of akan who was helping set up work for the wounded along the Hupeh section of the Pinghan railway shows how inadequate all of our work is, even where different organizations have undertaken definite ice pro-acts. At Siaokan the students, nurses and other members of the London Missionary Society have been going to the station three miles away to meet the ambulance trains, give congee to wounded and refugees and to dress the wounds of those needing attention. In order to interest the other stations in similar work Mr. Bate took a trip up the line and on his return decided to come down on the ambulance train to see how the [soldiers really fared.
The box car he boarded was filled with heavy wounded, Two were dead, two rore In going through the wards of one Of the base hospitals my attention was arrested by a soldier so covered with bandages it was hard to dis tinguish face or limbs. Surely this man needed comfort and console so I went at once to his bed side.
But to my surprise he was in the best of spirits and most of our conversation was taken up with his relation of this story of what he is convinced was a miraculous escape. Briefly it was this: One evening we learned that some enemy trucks were stopping overnight at a nearby town and so set out at once to destroy them. We performed our dut. cover of darkness and with little resistance, but before we had got very far away we mere overtaken by the enemy who had been aroused by the explosions and the fires and a hand N.C.D.N." Pho tos, Chinese Permitted to Sleep in Streets Sleep "that knits up the raveil'd sleave of cure" is difficult to obtain
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Many on both sides fell and as were badly Curfew in Settlement outnumbered our company fled. I had received eighteen wounds on arms, legs, and head and as a result of the profuse bleeding had fallen in a faint among the dead. When I woke it was still dark and there was a terrifying silence broken only by occasional moans, weak but agonizing. I was in terrible pain, but most of the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Suddenly a strange figure appeared before me and told me to flee, pointing out the way. I staggered to my feet and marriaged to reach a village by daybreak where the villagers were very good to me and carried me to our camp. My captain sent me here. My wounds are many, but they are not deep and the doctor says I shall soon recover. "'1n my childhood my mother told us Bible stories and assured us that whenever we were in danger God could save us. I had not thought much about this for all these years until the strange figure appeared and told me where to go. I think he must have been an angel whom God sent to save me.'
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