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Will the Real Christians Stand Up

The soldiers in training looked at each other in confu-
sion as they got into position. Some of the other drill sergeants
laughed as they watched on.
“The time is 16:42. Hearing is very important here. What

you hear can make a difference between life and death. I
said to be back at 16:45, not 42. You must learn to follow or-
ders.” Almost five minutes went by as the sergeant continued
to talk. It appeared to be the longest five minutes of their lives.
“Everyone on your feet,” he yelled, “our next mission is to learn

defensive hand-to-hand combat. Sergeant Miller here will be
demonstrating hand-to-hand combat techniques.”
Sergeant Miller stood in front of the soldiers in the training
firm and in place. He was cleanly shaven with a small scar
across his left eye. His dark brown eyes glared as he scanned
the group of soldiers.

“Does anyone here think that they can hit me?” he
asked as he continued to stare at them with eagle-like eyes.
Then he heard one soldier in training speak up.
“Sir, I can, sir.”

Sergeant Miller smiled and said, “I’m going to give you
three attempts to hit my face. If you can hit me at least once,
I will donate one thousand dollars to your boot camp tuition.
Front and center soldier.”
The soldier in training made his way front and center and
stood nervously, but brave in front of Sergeant Miller.

“However,” the sergeant continued with a smirk, “if
you don’t, I will have the opportunity to take a shot at you.
Agreed?”
The soldier in training straightened his back and boldly
responded, “Sir, agreed, sir.” The soldier in training believed

strongly that he could hit Sergeant Miller.
“Ready?” the sergeant asked.

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