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Out in the middle of the woods at night, in a "foxhole" dug by myself and my best friend while playing Vietnam war.
We got bored shooting imaginary "gooks in the wire" and started talking about God. Thats where he repented, pouring tears, and decided to start coming to church with me.
In a log cabin on my honeymoon, the Holy Ghost flooded the place and used an attack from the enemy to free my new wife from an lifelong oppresion of the spirit of fear.
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