My Dad, just back from Iraq, where he was leading his group through gun fire and bombs, when a bomb came down and hit all but 3 of the men. My Dad then had to lead these young men through what he thought was the end, with no help around, but he didn’t want to tell his troop. Grandmother Joe, (my Dad’s mother), who had passed away about a year before my Dad went to Iraq, appeared in front of my Dad’s eyes. My Dad was the only one who saw her, and she led him through to a safe spot and then disappeared. Minutes later they were rescued.

He asked my Mother if she believed in Angels, and she said “Yes”. He then said “I do now”.