Posted on May 23, 2016 by Catholicism Pure & Simple
During
World War One, on September 14th, in Noyon, France, a young corporal lay dying
among wounded comrades. The officers had signaled to me that the poor fellow
was lying in a field. When I got near him, leaning down, I said, “It’s me!”
“Who
are you?” he asked. I realized that the man’s head was bleeding, his forehead
was split open and his eyes had been gouged out. “I’m the chaplain,” I said,
very moved, “I am here at your side!”
“Oh,
Mr. Chaplain, the Blessed Virgin is so good!” Then he raised his right arm that
was holding a Rosary and exclaimed: “All night long, I have been asking her to
send a priest this way. I am so glad you’re here!”
He
was shaking with fever. I took him to a nearby farm and dressed his wounds. He
was beaming with happiness. His leg had been broken in the attack. A German
passing by had given him a drink; another, at close range, shot him three
times, the last bullet opening his forehead.
During
his night of agony every time I bent over him, this young man kept saying:
“Hail Mary …” and kept repeating: “How glad I am, Mr. Chaplain! The Holy Virgin
is so good to have brought you here to me!”
He
died three days later with a smile on his face.
Father
Paul Doncoeur, military chaplain
(From mariedenazareth.com)
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