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Take Thee Now Our Faith
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Lyrics from Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture".
The men sat in the belly of the C-47, covered in darkness, listening to the steady growl of the propellers. Rosaries hitched through fingers one bead at a time. Lips mumbled unheard prayers. Eyes stared, lost in the thunderclouds of the near future. They all had different ways of praying. Lipton’s was song.

Mighty Lord,” he sang, “preserve us from jeopardy . . .”

His voice was barely noticeable above the props.

Grant vict’ry o’er our treacherous and cruel enemies . . .”

Some of the men looked up, intrigued by the haunting hymn.

And by Thy shining, holy light . . . Grant us, oh Lord, peace again.”


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