I never heard the like of it

And then he closed his eyes and started in. And I never heard the like of it inside a church or out. About TV. And reading the Bible, and going to church. About the trouble in the world today. About communism. About our boys in Vietnam and how the Lord was with them all. And how I'd do the right thing and not wait to be drafted, no, Lord, but get up and get out of my momma's house and do the Christian thing and the American thing and volunteer for the Marines just like his real son had. And how him and my momma'd be praying for me slopping around in them swamps and jungles and getting shot at and eating rations out of tin cans and killing slanteyed slopeheads and sleeping with rats and lice and knowing I was doing the right thing, Lord this we pray, and feeling good in my heart about that. And how I'd come back a man instead of a boy and know something to do with my life instead a lay on a bed, Lord, watching a television show with a man with horns on his head. In Jesus' name, Amen.

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