Sure, there was still fear. Sure, I prayed. I’d pray to see Florence again. I grew up going to church and Sunday school and had all the faith in God in the world. But the way I figured it was that God had a lot of people to take care of, so I never wanted to bore him with any long prayers. I just always said, “God, my life is in your hands. Take care of me.” I used that same prayer all the way through the war.
