Ran Away to the Army

Most of the runaway stories I just read seem to be from girls. I thought I had it rough. I had it very well compared to what those (children) went through. How could people be so mean to their own flesh and blood? Someday when they appear before the judgment seat of God, Saint Peter will say, "He will see you now," and they will ask, "who will see me now, and Saint Peter will say to them, "The lover of Little Children."

I was lucky to be raised in an orphanage during the depression, 1930s and then bounced around to foster homes until I left and joined the United States Army. I was just seventeen and happy as a meadowlark. Life is full of ups and downs. I am male, but I feel sorry for the girls whose stories I read.

Seventy-five now, and not having a bad time reminiscing, The Army saved me from a life of misery. I can't complain though. God has been good to me, my mother died when I was two, but I'm positive that she has been praying and watching over me all these years.

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