A Nation at the Point of No Return
I was Born again under our Kitchen truck on the anzio Beach head in world war 2 a plane was bombing Me, the Sky was lit up brite as day, with flares, our truck had a camouflage Net over it. He thought it was an artillery gun. I was by a 40 gallon tank of gasoline. He was droping personall bombs, fire and shrapnel was hitting the truck. I was praying God drive him away, God was Blessing Me, I said let him come on. I was brought from death to life I no longer feared death: I heared that plan in the distance: I started four churches. I bought a church building in Bakersfield, California. I Evangelized Several years. I taped Prophecy tapes and sent out Near 2 hundred.