WWII

July 9, 2021 by Tricia Goyer 1 Comment

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

London Calling! Here’s a tale of sale–are you looking for a few good reads to pass the long summer days? Take a jaunt across the pond with my London Chronicles Series. Right now the ebook of A Daring Escape and A Secret Courage are on sale for only $1.99 now through July 5th, 2022, at your favorite ebook retailer!

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

A Daring Escape

Danger Closes In. Can the Children be Rescued?

Inspired by true events!

As the threat of World War II looms on the horizon, American Amity Mitchell is living a comfortable life abroad as a tutor in England. Life changes when an urgent telegram arrives from her brother, Andrew, summoning her to Prague. Nazi forces tighten their grip on the country, and Andrew’s efforts to help Jewish children escape Czechoslovakia grow desperate. Children’s lives are at risk. Amity knows she can’t ignore God’s call to join her brother’s cause.

Amity’s boss, Clark, arrives in Prague, urging her to return. Soon, he too finds himself helping prepare kindertransports bound for the safety of England. With the sound of German tanks rumbling over cobblestone streets, Amity and Clark race to save innocent lives. Will their prayers for deliverance be answered?

A Daring Escape is a gripping tale of hope, self-sacrifice, and the power of unrelenting love overcoming unspeakable hate.

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

A Secret Courage

Duty brought them together will secrets destroy their love?

A Secret Courage

American Emma Hanson came to England to study at Oxford, but joined the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force at the height of World War II. Stationed at the beautiful and historic Danesfield House west of London, she is part of the highly secretive Photographic Reconnaissance Unit.

Englishman Will Fleming is a handsome young artist who has been commissioned by the British government to record the changing landscape in paintings. His path intersects with Emma’s when his real mission—tracking Nazi spies—leads him to Danesfield House, the target of a sinister plot.

Emma and Will become friends, but neither can reveal the true nature of their assignment. Can their relationship grow amid such secrecy? And can Will save Danesfield House—and Emma and her coworkers—before it’s too late?

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

Twice Recsued Child–The Story That Inspired The Book

Aged eight, Thomas Graumann excitedly boarded a train in Prague, Czechoslovakia, to embark on what he believed was a three-month holiday. “Go to Britain, learn English, and when the Germans leave, you can come home again,” his mother assured him. Thomas carried two suitcases and a bag of food. At the time he knew his country had been taken over by the Germans and now was under Nazi control. That was the last he would see of his mother and most of his Jewish family, who died in concentration camps.

Thomas had never heard of Nicholas Winton, the hero who saved 669 children (Thomas was one of the last, #652), transporting them from Czechoslovakia to the UK to save their lives. This was Thomas’ first rescue, aboard what became known as the Kindertransport.

Twice Rescued Child

His second rescue came a year later when an evangelist from the Scottish village he was taken to for safety shared the good news of Jesus Christ with him. Saying a prayer on bent knees, Thomas’ soul was rescued. He soon dedicated himself to missionary service, which he fulfilled as an adult in the Philippines. He eventually moved to the U.S. But his missionary zeal returned after the fall of Communism—and the return of his grandmother’s property to his family. Both actions ushered in a way for him to return to the Czech Republic. He was now free to travel throughout his homeland, speaking in schools of how he was saved … not once, but twice.

I hope you’re enjoying your summer. Reply to this post and let me know how your summer is going!

Warmly,

Tricia

June 8, 2021 by Tricia Goyer 1 Comment

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

The Power to Forgive your enemies isn’t something that comes naturally to anyone, even a hero of the faith like Corrie Ten Boom. But, with God’s help, Corrie was able to not only forgive but to extend grace and mercy to those whose actions had devasted so many. With Jesus’ help, we can too. Let the message of forgiveness in this story from Corrie’s life (adapted from my book Prayers That Changed History) lead the way.

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

Corrie Ten Boom loved God and His people. Along with her family, Corrie helped many Jews escape certain death at the hands of the Nazis during World War II—including six people hiding in their home when the family was arrested. Her father died ten days later, but Corrie and her sister Betsy were imprisoned at the Ravensbruck concentration camp. While there, Corrie provided comfort to those jailed with her. And after the war, she returned to the Netherlands and set up a rehabilitation center for concentration camp survivors. She even set up a shelter for the Dutch people who previously worked with the Germans, and it was a visible sign of loving her enemies.

For 40 years, Corrie traveled the world speaking in churches and conferences. She also went to secret Bible study groups in countries where Christians were persecuted for believing in Christ. After hearing Corrie’s story, many people have learned how to forgive and I have gone on to live more peaceful lives.

Corrie was able to do this because she knew that sometimes the hardest trial we face is forgiving our enemies.

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

Corrie faced hardship in the war, but one of the hardest trials came two years after the war ended. In 1947, Corrie was teaching in Munich, Germany. Germany had just been defeated in World War II, and Corrie had come to the country to share the message of God‘s forgiveness.

Through the crowd, a man approached her. Even though he wore a brown overcoat and hat, she perfectly pictured the blue uniform and the cap with the skull and crossbones of the Nazi SS guard. She knew him. He’d been one of the guards at Ravensbruck.

Pain shot through Corrie‘s chest. Anger and fear filled her mind, and her whole body trembled at seeing him. He had been one of the cruelest guards. She had spoken to many, telling them of God‘s forgiveness, but now — looking at her enemy — she had only hatred for this man in her heart.

“You mentioned Ravensbruck in your talk,“ the man said. “I was a guard there, but since that time I became a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fräulein… Will you forgive me?“ He extended his hand to her.

With his words, a thousand thoughts went through Corrie‘s mind. She remembered how her sister Betsy died in horrible conditions, how so many women had suffered in the camp. Corrie looked at the man’s hand and struggled to extend her hand to him.

This was one of the most difficult things she’d ever faced.

Yet Corrie knew she had to do it. She had to forgive. She thought of Matthew 6:15, “But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.“

Corrie knew that forgiveness wasn’t a feeling. She had to will herself to forgive.

“Jesus, help me!“ She prayed, silently. “I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.”

Corrie extended her hand to the man before her, and as she did, a miracle happened. A current started in her shoulder, raced down her arm, and sprang into their joined hands. Warmth flooded her whole being.

Tears filled her eyes, “I forgive you, brother. With all my heart.“ God‘s love flowed through Corrie as it never had before, showing that forgiveness is possible even for those who created the greatest offenses against us. Through Corrie’s story, people from all over the world have come to understand the Holocaust better, yet they’ve also come to understand God‘s mercy better, too. And history was forever changed.

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

The Bible speaks about forgiveness and about loving our enemies. There is no greater example of this than Jesus’ plea for forgiveness for his enemies on the cross:

And when they came to the place that has called the skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. And Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.“ And they cast lots to divide his garments… Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit!“ And having said that he breathed his last Luke 23:33-34, 46 (ESV)

Jesus is the reason we can be forgiven, and He is the reason we can forgive others. Forgiving others does not mean accepting what they’ve done. It’s not ignoring the hurt. Forgiving others is an extension of what God has done in our lives by forgiving us.

Prayer can help prepare us to forgive others. On the night before He was crucified, Jesus went to the mountain to pray. Prayer strengthens us for what we face and allows God to work through us when we’re willing to seek Him for strength.

Corrie’s family faced horrible pain and loss, yet they stood firm in their faith. They stayed strong because of prayer. For years her family had been praying for the Jewish people, and those prayers prepared them for what was to come. Prayer allowed Corrie’s family to be strong when they were needed to protect others. Prayer also helped Corrie to forgive and to push away the pain and anger and her heart.

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

Corrie traveled the world, sharing the power of forgiveness. She wrote these words in one of her notebooks. Later these words were published in a book.

“Forgiveness is in the key that unlocks the door of resentment in the handcuffs of hatred. It is the power that breaks the chains of bitterness and the shackles of selfishness.”

Prayers That Changed History

Martin Luther. Sojourner Truth. Helen Keller. St. Patrick. We read their stories, and of other people like them, in history books and hear about the amazing things they did to change the world. But one part of the story is often left out: Each one of them wouldn’t have accomplished what they did without prayer.

In Prayers That Changed History, the stories of twenty-five notable people are presented along with how prayer changed their lives and changed history. Following each historical example is a biblical story that ties to that person’s life and actions, as well as ways you can use the power of prayer in your life as well. Because God isn’t done changing the world yet, and he would love to use you to make history.

Perfect for use as a homeschool, Sunday school, or youth Bible study curriculum.

Get your copy of Prayers that Changed History here: Prayers That Changed History.

May you be blessed as you pray, forgive, and seek God today, friends.

In Him,

Tricia

May 31, 2021 by Pamela Black Leave a Comment

The Miracle at Dunkirk

Have you ever heard of the miracle at Dunkirk? The story is one of God’s people seeking His help and His amazing provision in the face of treacherous odds. When I need a miracle, I always think of Dunkirk and the miraculous way God intervened to save 334,000 men in four days. Let me share the story with you today.

The Miracle at Dunkirk

Great Britain was in trouble. In 1933, Adolph Hitler became the ruler of Germany. By September of 1939, Hitler and his Nazi army were set on controlling all of Europe. First, they invaded Poland, then they took over Norway, Denmark, Holland, Luxembourg, and Belgium without much resistance. It was after that that Hitler turned to France. The French did the best to hold their ground, but after forty days they gave up the fight.

The English people were certain that Hitler would try to dominate their country next. But Winston Churchill, the Prime Minister, wasn’t about to submit so easily. “We would rather go down fighting than being slave to Germany,” he said. They were also worried about the English troops on French soil. Hitler was advancing quickly, and if he continued, their troops would soon be captured or killed. The country needed prayer. Badly. But would they submit to God? Would they turn over their need to him?

At first, on April 1940, the Archbishop of Canterbury did not want to set aside a special day of prayer. He was afraid it would be “misunderstood or rather miss represented by the enemy.”

After all, if they were praying, that would prove they were almost defeated, right?

Soon things got so bad that it didn’t matter what the Germans thought. The British Empire needed prayer… Now. On May 23, King George VI proclaimed a day of national prayer to be held on Sunday, May 26, throughout the empire. Little did he know that his request would come at the exact moment it was needed. On May 24, just a day after the Archbishop had chosen a day of prayer, 500,000 British and French soldiers were trapped on the beach of Dunkirk when the Germans took control of France. Fear gripped the heart of the British people. If the Nazis advanced, it would be easy to wipe out all those men. Husbands, sons, and
brothers would face certain annihilation.

Two days later, on May 26, the British people gathered to pray. They played with God to save the soldiers they loved. The British Broadcasting Corporation broadcast three services. The king and the members of the cabinet attended the services at Westminster Abby. Outside, the church was surrounded by large groups of people who couldn’t get in. Millions of the king’s subjects, in England and all over the world, joined together in churches to pray.

The First Miracle at Dunkirk

Instead of moving in, the Nazis retreated. Hitler stopped the advance of his armored columns right at the point that they could have completely destroyed the Allied forces. Hitler’s own generals didn’t understand this decision. This was the first miracle. Hitler held back, but British leaders didn’t know for how long. England made the decision to evacuate the troops from France, but there was a problem, the only port they could evacuate from was Dunkirk. And that port was being threatened by the Germans. The best estimates were that they’d be able to evacuate only 20 to 30,000 men, perhaps half of the people there.

Then the second miracle occurred on May 28. Storms broke out over Flanders, and Belgium, grounding the German lift Buffay Air Force. They could not bomb any of the Allied troops. This allowed the British army to journey 12 miles to Dunkirk on foot. They walked in the darkness of the storm, but they were safe from bombings and attacks.

The Miracle at Dunkirk

Then the third miracle arrived. For six days following the national Day of prayer, the normally rough waters of the English channel work home. Even though the storm raged so the planes couldn’t fly, the waters remain still. Small boats and yachts, warships, and privately owned cruisers were sent to retrieve them. The channel was so filled it looked like rush-hour traffic on the highway. And on May 29, 47,000 men were rescued. On May 30, 53,000. On May 31, 68,000. Finally, on June 1, 64,000. In total, 334,000 men found their way to safety. British field marshal William Edmond Ironside later wrote, “I still cannot understand how it is that the Germans have allowed us to get our troops off in this way. It is almost fantastic that we have been able to do it in the face of all the bombing and gunning.”

His troops remain in place until early June. God held back Hitler’s hand until all the troops could be safely evacuated. The hand of God was seeing so clearly, that Sunday, June 9, was appointed as a day of national Thanksgiving, and history was changed forever.

All God Asks is that We Turn to Him

In this life, we will face many troubles, but we do not have to face them alone. No matter how far we’ve gone away from God, we can always turn back to him. When we do, he is ready to assist us in amazing ways. When is the right time to pray? Now!

That is what the Lord says:

Turn to me now while there is time. Give me your hearts. Come with fasting, weeping, and morning. Don’t terret your clothing in your grief, but tear your hearts instead. Return to the Lord your God, for he is merciful and compassionate, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love. He is eager to relent and not punished. Who knows, perhaps he will give you a re-Prive, sending you a blessing instead of this curse. Perhaps you will be able to offer grain and wine to the Lord your God as before.

Joel 2:12-14 NLT

Something to Think About

Do you need a miracle today? Have you prayed about it? Sometimes we wait before praying. Why? What did the British people discover when they gathered together to pray? They saw God move in amazing ways and so can you!

What do you need to pray about? Who can you get to join you?

Prayers That Changed History

This post was adapted from my book, Prayers That Changed History—the stories of twenty-five notable people and how prayer changed their lives and changed history. Following each historical example is a biblical story that ties to that person’s life and actions, as well as ways you can use the power of prayer in your life as well. Because God isn’t done changing the world yet, and he would love to use you to make history.

Get your copy here: Prayers That Changed History

January 27, 2020 by Tricia Goyer 3 Comments

Stories Change Hearts {A Visit to Auschwitz}

I’ve always been drawn to stories, but few have changed my heart like the ones I heard several years ago. It began when we traveled to Poland to see Auschwitz-Birkenau. I’d read many books about Auschwitz and part of my novel Night Song took place there. But nothing could have prepared me for the actual experience of being there–it was surreal.

More than 1.4 million people visit Auschwitz every year, and the place was packed with people from around the world.

As we walked, we heard facts about the locations, and in my mind, I scrolled through the stories I read of those who’d been there.

As I walked through the barracks, I considered those who’d walked the same path. I looked at prisoners’ photographs, and I wished I could hear the story of each one.

My heart broke the most when I saw the suitcases stacked with names and birth dates of those who’d traveled by train not knowing what awaited them at the last stop. Parents were scared and worried about their children. They most likely guessed that hard days lie ahead, but no one could imagine that death waited, that only those capable of work would live more than twenty-four hours within the barbed wire.

I also teared up to see the small sweaters, shoes, and dolls from the children. Lives cut short because of evil. Little Alyssa was with us through the tour. She rode on a backpack on her dad’s back. His smartphone played Barney and happy songs flowed through her earphones. She had no idea where we were or what that place represented. Her smiling face and plump arms and legs were such contrast to the skeletal photographs plastered on the walls.

Stories Change Hearts {A Visit to Auschwitz}

I was amazed by the sight of Birkenau. Brick chimneys stretched into the distance as far as I could see—the remnants of the barracks, each one holding between three hundred and five hundred prisoners. Yet in that place wildflowers now bloomed. Visitors came to weep and remember. The truth of what happened there can never be completely known. The tragedy won’t ever be understood completely by those who stroll alongside the railroad tracks, but we were there and were trying to understand.

I think those lost would appreciate that—appreciate that we won’t forget their suffering.

The stories from within the camp weren’t the only ones I listened to. On the drive to and from the camp, we had the chance to spend time with our Czech pastor friend, Petr. His family’s story moved me. Christians during WWI, during WWII, and during the Communist regime, his family served God and others during difficult times. I could almost picture the printed pages of a novel as I listened to him speak. About my age, Petr has experienced so much. Following Christ has been downright dangerous for his family, and that amazes me.

Where would we be without stories? Our view of the world is limited until we dare to step out. Dare to listen.

Listening makes me want to listen more. It makes me want to understand deeper. It makes me want to write a translation of my own—whether a blog or book—to help others understand, too. Of course, you don’t need to travel to foreign countries to experience such things. Stories are all around us; we just need to take time to focus on the words of another. I was blessed to meet Thomas Graumann and help tell his story, the one in Twice Rescued Child.

Aged eight, Thomas Graumann excitedly boarded a train in Prague, Czechoslovakia, to embark on what he believed was a three-month holiday.

“Go to Britain, learn English, and when the Germans leave, you can come home again,” his mother assured him.

Thomas carried two suitcases and a bag of food. At the time he knew his country had been taken over by the Germans and now was under Nazi control. That was the last he would see of his mother and most of his Jewish family, who died in concentration camps. He had also never heard of Nicholas Winton, the hero who saved 669 children (Thomas was one of the last, #652), transporting them from Czechoslovakia to the UK to save their lives.

This was Thomas’ first rescue, aboard what became known as the Kindertransport.

His second came a year later when an evangelist from the Scottish village he was taken to for safety shared the good news of Jesus Christ with him. Saying a prayer on bent knee, Thomas’ soul was rescued, and he soon dedicated himself to missionary service, which he fulfilled as an adult in the Philippines, eventually moving to the U.S.

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January 13, 2020 by Tricia Goyer 3 Comments

Twice Rescued Child ~ A Story of Hope

Twice Rescued Child

Over six million Jews were systematically annihilated in the Holocaust. It’s a number that’s hard for us to wrap our minds around. Nearly eighty years after World War II, horror and sorrow grips our hearts. We’ve heard stories of families torn apart, mass graves, and ash from the chimneys that fell like snow. Yet so many individual lives, individual stories are lost in the pages of time.

Of the six million Jewish people killed during the war, 1.2 million were Jewish children.

Little ones who ran barefoot through summer grass, laughed and played during school recess, and snuggled next to fathers and mothers, listening to stories. At the start of the war, as Hitler’s troops invaded country after country, few guessed the heartache to come. Even fewer guessed what was in store for the children.

Yet some did, and a few stepped forward to help.

For 669 children, one man’s foresight and quick action made all the difference. Nicholas Winton—subsequently Sir Nicholas Winton—an English stockbroker, heard about the plight of Czech children trapped behind the border and in need of sponsors and transportation to the United Kingdom.

Preparing for a ski trip, he instead traveled to Prague at the request of a friend. Once there Nicholas recognized the advancing danger. At the time Hitler’s troops had already occupied the Sudetenland, and the German leader had his sights set on all of Czechoslovakia.

What would happen to the Jewish children caught up in Hitler’s grasp?

Stories and rumors were already leaking out concerning the treatment of Jews in Germany and annexed Austria. Discovering children in need of rescue, Nicholas Winton took quick action. Children condemned to die found life, found families, and some also found saving grace along the way. Today there are over 5,000 descendants of these rescued children around the world.

Twice Rescued Child ~A Story of Hope

Aged eight, Thomas Graumann excitedly boarded a train in Prague, Czechoslovakia, to embark on what he believed was a three-month holiday. “Go to Britain, learn English, and when the Germans leave, you can come home again,’ his mother assured him. Thomas carried two suitcases and a bag of food. At the time he knew his country had been taken over by the Germans and now was under Nazi control. That was the last he would see of his mother and most of his Jewish family, who died in concentration camps.

This was Thomas’ first rescue, aboard what became known as the Kindertransport.

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Twice Rescued Child ~ A Story of Hope

Last year I was able to sit down with Thomas and hear first hand about what he experienced during that tumultuous time in history. It was one of the most memorable moments of my life.

I always thank God for how He moves and allows me to experience so many amazing things. This interview is one of them!

If you’ve ever wondered about this story here’s the chance to hear first hand what God can do with our obedience. Watch this video.

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December 7, 2019 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

Remembering Pearl Harbor and a Dawn of a Thousand Nights

Few days capture the shock and horror of war as much as Pearl Harbor Day. On December 7, 1941, Japan’s surprise attack on Hawaii cost 2,403 American lives and left over 1,700 more injured. My friend, Earl Williams, shared his story of that day with me and inspired a scene in my book A Dawn of a Thousand Nights. I will forever be grateful for his friendship, his story, and his service to our country. He, along with many, many others, bravely answered the call to defend our country in World War II. Their stories have both haunted and compelled me to write novels to portray the courage and tremendous valor shown by so many during that time and help others in remembering Pearl Harbor. I will hold them in my heart always and will be forever thankful for their sacrifices.

Here is the story from Earl, in his own words. A story I’ll always remember.

Remembering Pearl Harbor

By Earl T. Williams
Colonel, USAF (Retired)

On December 6, 1941, I was an Army Air Corps Sergeant with a First Class Air Mechanics rating. It was my first trip across the ocean, and I was assigned, along with five others from the 38th Reconnaissance Squadron, to departed Hamilton Field on December 6, 1941. The first stop of destination was Hickam Field, Hawaii.

The flight to Hawaii was approximately 14 hours arriving, and we arrived at about 0800 hours local time. From the pilot’s compartment, I peeked out and first sighted Diamond Head. It was my first realization that we’d made it. Hawaii.

Lieutenant Schick turned to me with a smile. “I would take a million dollars for this trip.”

With a wide grin, I returned to the radio compartment to take in more sights and converse with Sergeant Bruce and Private Lee.

As we flew past Diamond Head, Sergeant Bruce who had been to Hawaii before, pointed out some of the notable sights: Diamond Head, Waikiki Beach, and the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Yet as we passed over Waikiki Beach, it wasn’t the sand the drew out attention. Instead, it was the three-fighter type aircraft passing off our right wing, speeding in the opposite direction.

Sergeant Bruce offered them a wave of his hand. “Those hafta be U.S. Navy aircraft sent up to escort us in to Hickam.”

How wrong he was.

The words were barely out of his mouth when plastic canopy over the 50-caliber machine guns disintegrated. Some welcome that was!

My first thought was that the U.S. Navy had mistakenly loaded live ammunition in their guns.

The bullets continued piercing the radio compartment, and the cotton filler in the soundproofing tumbled in the air like snowflakes.

Attempting to catch my breath, I crouched behind the armor plating on the aft wall of the radio compartment. Next, bullets pierced the pyrotechnic flares we carried in the radio compartment for signaling purposes. Smoke and a very hot fire immediately filled the compartment. To make matters worse, I felt a bullet slice through the top of my head.

I hurried to the pilot’s compartment as blood streaming down my face and into my eyes and mouth. My hair caught fire, and I felt a burning sensation on the back of my ears and neck.

Sergeant Bruce and Private Lee also fled the fire, running to the rear of the aircraft.

As I entered the pilot’s compartment the splattering of bullets could be heard hitting the armored plate behind the pilot and copilot, then ricocheting around the compartment.

Lieutenant Schick perched on the edge of the observer’s seat, and I from the blood on his clothing I noted he was hit. It mustn’t have been a bad hit, because the Lieutenant was fully alert.

I attempted to tell the pilot what was happening in the radio compartment, but his mind was focused on landing the aircraft. Black smoke now filled the compartment and he could barely make out the instruments, let alone find a safe place to land. Somehow the pilot got us to the ground, and as we rolled to a stop on the runway, the aircraft snapped in two at the point of fire in the radio compartment.

“What’s the best way to get out?” Lieutenant Schick asked, attempting to remain calm.

“The upper hatch or the lower entrance door,” I told him.

He hurried out the lower door, and I followed. Yet the danger was far from over. Fighter planes continued to strafe our aircraft. Lieutenant Schick exited the aircraft, towards the safety of the buildings, but he hadn’t gotten far before the bullets hit him, and he was killed.

I waited, crouching behind the aircraft landing gear until the strafing stopped. Then I darted toward the hanger line, meeting up with Lieutenant Reid the copilot and Lieutenant Taylor the navigator. Both had minor wounds.

Around us, there was a flurry of activity as servicemen set up gun positions. We asked for directions to the base hospital. Since I did not know the extent of my wound, I joined the two officers in search of aid.

Wounded and dying men lay on stretchers outside the hospital lawn. We entered the hospital and were immediately provided attention because we were identified as air crewmembers, and they wanted us to get back to duty. The hair around my wound was clipped and a dressing applied. I was then given a tetanus shot and letter TET painted on my forehead with a read antiseptic.

At that point, I lost contact with Lieut. Reid and Taylor.

After treatment at the hospital, I started back to the flight line where the remains or our aircraft was located. As I passed the large barracks located adjacent to the parade grounds, enemy bombers began dropping bombs on the barracks. I sprinted as fast as I could towards the flight line, avoiding the continuing enemy fighter fire. When it appeared that the enemy activity had ceased, I located Sergeant Bruce. We made inquiries as to the location of our friends, but to no avail.

For the rest of the day, we helped in the frenzy, helping to string telephone wire between gun positions. Only later that we learned that Lieutenant Schick had indeed been killed and Air Cadet Beale, Master Sergeant Pouncey, and Private Lee had been seriously wounded.

I was one of the lucky ones who made it on the Jap’s first attack on the U.S. It was my first taste of war, but not my last. As a member of a new crew, I went on as a combat crewmember to fly 55 combat missions out of Australia and New Guinea for which I was award the Distinguished Flying Cross.

Some may think it was an odd coincidence that we met the Japs in the sky that day. And it was. Two sets of planes, crossing two ends of the ocean.

It’s a meet-up I’ll never forget.

Remembering Pearl Harbor

Do you want to read the story inspired by Earl’s story? My novel Dawn of a Thousand Nights is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0802408559?tag=triciagoyersw-20

November 16, 2019 by Pamela Black 1 Comment

An Early Black Friday Book Sale!!!

Hi Friend!

In honor of Veteran’s Day last Monday, I’m doing an early Black Friday sale on my WWII novels! I was honored to interview so many veterans. I love being able to share their true stories. These Christian novels are perfect for those who love historical fiction and for teens who want to learn more about World War II. They’re perfect for homeschoolers, too … bringing history to life!

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July 13, 2019 by Tricia Goyer 1 Comment

Get My WWII Liberators Series for a Song

I get asked all the time which one of the books I’ve written is my favorite. Picking a favorite one of my books would be like trying to pick a favorite one of my children, but I narrowed it down and chose this series because of the men who made it possible to write.

About 20 years ago I was on vacation with two friends when I first heard about the 11th Armored Division–the men who liberated Mauthausen and Gusen concentration camps.

So intrigued by the history of these men, I wrote two novels about them, From Dust and Ashes and Night Song. In the course of writing these books, I attended two of their WWII reunions. I interviewed them, looked through their photo albums and cried with them as they shared their experiences about being young kids fighting a big war. Several years ago I got to see many of my veteran friends again as I attended their 68th, and last, reunion.

I can’t tell you how much it meant to me to go.

Walking into the hotel and seeing the men in their 11th Armored caps brought tears to my eyes. I know their history. After being with them, I understand their friendship. I know that although they looked weak and feeble they were once young and very brave. Actually, they are still brave. Many traveled to their last reunion despite their failing health. Others came knowing that many of their friends were now gone. They came and confronted painful memories. I saw glances of knowing as they looked at each other across the room. Only their friends there could truly understand, having experienced what they did, too.

Many people label these men and women as the greatest generation.

I was reminded again how true that statement is. They were raised in a time when the United States was a Christian nation. They have lived lives dedicated to God, country, and others. After the war, their hard work didn’t end. They came back and attended school, started businesses, and created a foundation of community for their children and grandchildren. Some of the men, in their 80s and 90s, still work and give. They know they could have lost their lives on foreign soil, and they don’t waste a day wishing the world was different. They know WE are the difference.

At the reunion, I spent time with wives too. I talked to some of the women who were home during the war. One woman talked about being in high school and every week seeing a flag at half-mast … knowing that they’d lost yet another young man from their community. The women cared for our country during the war. They raised families afterward. And some of them now physically care for the men they promised to love in sickness and in health. For most, those years of health have passed, but their dedication and love hasn’t.

I interviewed these veterans again. I spoke to some who attend the reunion for the first time in 30 or 40 years. Knowing it was the last one they had to come and say their final goodbyes. I talked to men who drove tanks, who fought from foxholes, who supplied the troops with fuel and ammunition, who cooked on the front lines. Their faces may fade from my mind over time, but their stories will always be with me.

I have to admit that tears are flowing down on face as I write this.

First, because there were many of my veteran friends who didn’t make it to this reunion. Arthur, Charlie, Roy, Pete, John … you were missed. You are remembered. But I’m also thankful I got to sit by Bert and hear his stories again. I’m thankful that Tony was around watching out for me. I’m thankful for the hugs I got from LeRoy and that I danced with Darryl. I’m thankful for talking to Chet and Phyllis and so many more.

I’m also crying because I’m so grateful for the opportunity to know these men. My grandfather died before I had a chance to hear his stories. I missed out for sure, but God gave me 100 adopted grandfathers. I care for them and they care for me. When I walked among them I was appreciated. I gave voice to their inner memories. I brought their stories to life. And they do think of my novels as THEIR story. Each one feels the novels are about him. I love that. I want them to feel loved by the words on those pages.

One man, Gerald rereads From Dust and Ashes and Night Song twice a year. He’s told me many times that I got it right. I took his words to heart.

They deserve to have their stories told correctly–and being able to do so was one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received.

I can’t believe there will be no more reunions with these men. Tears come again when I realize I won’t see them again, this side of heaven. When I left the reunion that last day some still lingered in the hotel lobby. They had suitcases by their sides and a far-off look in their eyes.

They couldn’t believe it was the last reunion either, but they all decided it would be.

They’re getting too old to travel. Will their children and grandchildren will pick up where they left off? Will they still meet and remember?

The last moment of my time with them was spent saying goodbyes. One of the guys I had the hardest time saying goodbye to was Tony. He grew up in New York and told me about getting care packages from his mom during the war. “I’d open the box and it would be filled salami and cheese,” he’d say with a chuckle. Tony is New York through and through, but his tough exterior crumbled on the last day.

“This doesn’t seem right it being the last one,” Tony said in our last moment together. There were tears in his eyes.

“I know Tony, it doesn’t.” I hugged him. “But I’ll keep writing stories. I’ll keep telling people to remember.” Hearing those words seemed to give him a little peace.

As he hurried over to the shuttle, loading up for the plane ride home, I said a prayer for thankfulness. I don’t know what I deserved to be honored to get to know these men, but I’m forever grateful.

I’ll keep writing stories. I’ll keep telling people to remember. @TriciaGoyer

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June 6, 2019 by Tricia Goyer 1 Comment

The 75th Anniversary of D-Day ~Remembering the Brave~

Today, on the 75th Anniversary of D-Day I’m thinking of my friend Harley. This is his story that he shared with me of that day.

Invasion at Omaha Beach

By Harley Reynolds

Co. B, 1^st Battalion, 16^th Infantry Regiment, First Infantry Division

I woke up the morning of June 6, 1944, knowing the next day I would wake up in France . . . if at all. As a machine gun section leader for the First Infantry Division, this would be my third invasion. The first was at Arzew in North Africa. I was part of a special team ordered to avoid all fighting, instead going directly to and securing the vital bridges that crossed the river to Oran. Bridges that proved vital for the troops coming behind us.

The second invasion was in Gela, Sicily as a machine gun squad leader. At Gela we freed American prisoners that had been captured in North Africa and faced angry enemy fire on the beaches. Now I expected to be under Nazi fire once more. But from the first moment, as our landing craft moved toward the rendezvous area, I knew this invasion of France wouldn’t be playing out as gracefully as it was orchestrated.

The small green light from the boat we followed appeared and then disappeared again, as we rose and fell with the waves. The water was getting rough, and I thought several times we would crash into the craft ahead of us. A line of glowing phosphorus trailed our boats. Would the Germans spot it and pinpoint us?

We were trained to keep our heads down until time to unload, but being in command I wanted to know what was going on around us. I looked over the side many times. What I saw caused my heart to pound. During training we’d been informed of the planned invasion, and our part in it, but to see the plan come together was mind-boggling. No cameras filmed the pictures left in my mind. And as I viewed the scene, both fear and responsibility rose inside.

An unimaginable number of ships and craft materialized with the light of dawn. Transport ships unloaded troops and equipment. Battleships cruised the shoreline, firing just over our heads, point-blank at the beach. Landing crafts, by the hundreds, shuttled to and from the shore.

As we approached, crafts behind us shot rockets, attempting to blanket the beach with fire and providing shell holes for our cover once we made it on shore. Unfortunately, most shells fell short and there were no holes for us to use as cover once we hit the sand.

Planes had also bombed the beach earlier, but I saw very little evidence of their handiwork. In fact, there was a noticeable absence of planes over our beach as we approached—even German planes, which I was glad of. I later learned our planes were inland, keeping enemy planes grounded. Thank God.

We circled for what seemed like hours in our rendezvous area, near enough to hear the action on the beach. There wasn’t much conversation. Instead, we swapped glances as we listened to the small arms fire. We were in for a hot reception, and the waiting is the worst.

The coxswain steered our boat in and called to the other crewman. “This is it! Here we go!” He thrust his hand foreword like a cavalryman’s charge. His face was calm and determined from his place at the armored box on the port stern.

Another crewman was in a similar box on the starboard stern. A machine gun was mounted in front of him. But even to this day I can’t remember if he ever fired a round.

I eyed my team. Ours was the Headquarters Squadron, made up of myself and the company radioman, ready to disembark first. Two machinegun squads, one on either side of the boat was to come off next. First Squad Leader was Sgt. Dean Rummell, from Cherry Tree, Pennsylvania. And Second Squad Leader was Sgt. James N. Haughey of Sheridan, Indiana. Then came company headquarters personnel: messengers, wiremen, and our company commander—disembarking last to make sure that everyone got off the boat.

We had practiced our landing formation many times before. We would draw a line on the ground with stakes and ribbons to mark off the same size as our landing craft. Now it was the real thing.

Yet our timing for our landing at intervals was as much awash as the storm. Some boats made it back after unloading. Others were partly washed on shore, struggling. Some bottomed out, racing their motors and getting nowhere.

We were supposed to land twenty minutes after the assault wave, yet as we landed some of them landed with us. Confusion doesn’t really describe it. Behind us other crafts took direct hits. Some even flipped sideways, dumping troops into the water.

I saw some craft heavily damaged by shellfire being tossed around by the waves. I saw others empty of troops and partly filled with water as though abandoned, awash in the surf. Men struggled for the pitiful protection they gave.

Bullets flew all around us—overhead and hitting the water. I wondered if they would hit us too. Foremost on my mind was getting as many men off as possible, and into positions of safety on the beach.

On my last look over the craft’s side, seconds before the ramp went down, I spotted motionless bodies at the water’s edge. Beside them wounded men struggled through rough surf. Others lay in the water with only their heads exposed for the protection it gave them.

I don’t remember my feet hitting water, but as I fanned out, the radioman was hit beside me, falling. Another one of our crewmembers was hit too. I darted to the right, looking for any cover. Seeing none, I headed for an obstacle made up of what appeared to be rails welded together. It reminded me of the balls and jacks we played with as kids. Too many bullets were flying not to be hit. While crossing the beach, I felt tugs at my pants legs several times. Bullets hit the sand in bursts and ricocheting in front and to the side of me. What was keeping me up?

Then I spotted a sort of raised roadbed running parallel to the beach. Many men were lying behind it. Looking like the only cover, we headed for it too. As soon as I reached the safety of the shingles I called out, asking if the others were okay. Two of my men answered. “Yes.” We waited for what seemed like hours, under very intense machine gun, rifle, mortar, and artillery fire, until the tide almost lapped at our feet. Dead bodies were washing in, and I knew we couldn’t remain there. We had to do something. But what?

The unexpected help came from a small man, pushing a bangalore torpedo under the wire on the roadbed. I don’t know where he came from; suddenly he was there within a few feet. The torpedo was in two sections. He exposed himself to put the first section under the wire, and I yelled to Rummell and Haughey. “We’re going through!”

The torpedo man exposed himself again to attach the second half of the torpedo. Then, he very carefully inserted the fuse lighter, turned his head my direction, and pulled the string. I braced myself for the sprint forward but nothing happened. The fuse didn’t light. After a few seconds the man calmly crawled forward, exposing himself again. He removed the bad lighter, replaced it with another and started to repeat the first moves. He turned his head in my direction, looked back, pulled the string and then flinched. All of a sudden, his eyes seemed to have a question or pleading look in them, and I knew a German bullet had hit him. Death was so fast for him, but his job was complete. The torpedo blew, making a clear path for those coming behind. He was one of the greatest of the unknown heroes of Omaha beach.

Knowing what I had to do, I went through the trip wire, high stepping it just as we did on obstacle courses. Troops on the beach held back, but not for long. They almost beat us to the top of the hill.

This was just the beginning of the invasion for me. I faced a pond to cross, minefields to weave through, and witnessed bodies blown up before my eyes. More men sacrificed their lives, doing their jobs while additional soldiers streamed forward to join us at the top of the bluff.

There were heroes that put themselves in harm’s way, and others who were excited to be injured, heading back down the beach, knowing the war was over for them.

And still more men came. As I looked back at the beach from the top of the ridge, I noted that it continued to fill with vehicles and troops. They streamed inland, ever moving forward, fighting their way to the bluff.

As I stood watching them come, I knew I had made it through the worst. I was alive. I had survived as a participant in what is now one of the most famous invasions in history.

And while I’m thankful I made it, I do not want to forget those who gave their lives doing their duty. It was their bravery and their actions, which made it possible for the rest of us to share their story—our story.

Here is a video of him, too:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiqvHa5gnVw

And another one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=20&v=RvW9PY0GefU

May 27, 2019 by Pamela Black Leave a Comment

Stories of Bravery–Don’t Let Them Die! A Memorial Day Plea~

These Stories of Bravery have impacted my life forever. I hope they give you a new understanding of the men who fought in World War II and their courage, honor, and sacrifice. Keep them alive this Memorial Day.

A Time To Remember

In 2000, I got my idea for what came to be my first historical novel, From Dust and Ashes. Wanting to know more about the stories of 23 men who liberated Mauthausen concentration camp, I contacted the 11th Armored Division who put me in touch with six of the veterans. These men then invited me to attend the 59th reunion of their division. I wasn’t expecting that at all. Although, I thought they’d point me to a good research book or allow me to interview them over the phone. I felt SO unworthy to meet with these men. Unfortunately, I knew very little about WWII, and I didn’t want my inexperience to show. Not to mention the $1000+ for airfare, hotels, rental car for a book I didn’t have a contract to write.

I urged a friend to go with me, and I’ve been so thankful we went. The men were caring and opened their hearts to me. They shared stories with me that they hadn’t shared with anyone before. They laughed, they cried, they took my hands and thanked me for caring about their story. As I left, they hugged me and kissed my cheeks. I had changed their lives as well.

When it came to writing my novel, I wasn’t writing about fictional characters. I was writing pieces of Charlie’s story, bits of Arthur’s experiences. The memories that made LeRoy cry made it into my book. The snapshots that Tarmo carried around in his mind for 60 years transformed into scenes in my novel (and the novels to follow!).

I get many letters from readers who say that my novels come to life on the pages–that’s because the men’s experiences came to life to me as I looked into their eyes and saw glimpses of young heroes. Also, the following year I went to Europe and walked the streets of the SS housing with a man who’d been nine-years-old when the camp opened near his home. Again, I “saw” the story in his eyes as he shared–this time from someone on the outside.

There was an added benefit to this diligent research that I didn’t expect. After my second novel Night Song came out I received a letter from a veteran. He made a list of twenty minor research points that I’d gotten right, and then he asked, “One thing I didn’t understand was the faith element of this story. Can you tell me more about your faith in God?”

YES!

Because I had done the research, I’d was able to share about my Jesus with a veteran who has since passed away.

Reach out to a veteran today and listen to his or her story! #memorialday @triciagoyer

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The Power of Stories

Although many of the heroes I met have since passed away, their stories live on. LeRoy, who I mentioned above, had told me about opening the gates to the concentration camp at Mauthausen and seeing the masses of thin, skeletal figures. He also told me about an orchestra of prisoners who were playing the Star Spangled Banner for their liberators. Those prisoners survived because they were musicians and the Germans loved music.

That story became the inspiration for my novel Night Song.

A Night Song of Hope

Night Song tells the little-known, but true story of the orchestra started by prisoners in Hitler’s Mauthausen death camp. This courageous orchestra played the American national anthem as Allied troops arrived to liberate the camps.

Around the orchestra story, the fictional stories of a beautiful member of the Austrian resistance, the American GI who loves her, and a young prisoner who fakes his way into the camp orchestra in a desperate attempt to stay alive, are woven together.

Unforgettable Stories

Although many have since passed, these stories–and the men who lived them–will forever hold a part of my heart. Their responses to Night Song encouraged me that I had told a story that would help others to know the struggles and strengths of the brave men and women of The Greatest Generation.

“After nearly 60 years, I was transported back to Mauthausen, remembering the days when I delivered the daily ration of bread to the dying. The author has the uncanny knack of recreation, and I found myself remembering everything, including the smell.”
-Charlie White, 11th Armored Division Veteran

“Night Song is filled with many details that are exactly how they were during my military career. Though I am a compulsive reader of WWII, I learned things I did not know!”
-Wilfred “Mac” McCarty, 11th Armored Division Veteran

“Well researched and historically accurate! As a member of D-Troop, 41st Calvary Squadron, 11th Armored Division, whose men liberated Mauthausen, Gusen I and Gusen II Concentration Camps on May 5, 1945, I highly recommend this book.”
-Charles Torluccio

You can purchase Night Song here: https://amzn.to/2JqQrbH

If you have a veteran in your life … today is the perfect day to reach out–to listen to his or her story. Don’t let the stories die, when you have a chance to make a difference.

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May 6, 2019 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

Spring is a Celebration!

They say ‘April showers bring May flowers.’ But when you’re an author (and a homeschooling mom!) it also brings a busy conference season!

However, when May comes around the first thing I think about is my WWII friends. Because my first novel From Dust To Ashes was inspired by the liberation of Mauthausen Concentration Camp on May 5, 1945, this time of year is always significant to me.

And I have to admit, April was full to the rim … but it was joyful because I was intentionally focused on celebrating what is important.

Celebrating Family

First of all, our family went away to celebrate Easter. Because of this, we were able to focus on our Savior and His resurrection in a peaceful, joy-filled space. We spent quality time together without the distractions of home life.

Second, my sweet grandbaby Amelia came to visit from the Czech Republic. The holiday allowed for a more relaxed schedule and consequently, she got to bond with us all individually. (This is her with Uncle Nathan!)

Certainly, a highlight was meeting my long-lost brother! (Who I just discovered as a result of taking a DNA test through 23 and Me!)

I had no idea I had another brother until a few months ago, and we look so much alike!

Celebrating Homeschooling

I LOVED speaking at homeschool conferences this spring, and I’m thankful my kids get to travel the US with me. Here are Jordan and Bella in Ft. Worth (on our way to Waco).

I also loved meeting so many of you! It’s always a highlight of conferences when I get to connect with my readers and friends in person.

I’ll be in Mobile, AL this weekend. If you’re nearby, please come say hello!

Celebrating Heroes

On May 5, 1945, Mauthausen Concentration Camp was liberated by the members of the 11^th Armored Division. I met members of that division fifty-six years after the fact. Having known them is one of my greatest joys. Here is a photo from an Austrian newspaper of my friend LeRoy “Pete” Petersohn being honored at Mauthausen. Listening to Pete’s stories (and those of other veterans) inspired me to write my novels From Dust and Ashes and Night Song.

To honor these men, these novels are back in print. (And I even designed the covers myself!)

You can buy them here.

THANK YOU for all those who have loved these stories and shared them. It’s so important to me that these stories go on. Please enter to win a free copy of From Dust to Ashes!

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I love my new covers, and I love reading inspiring reviews, like this one from GoodReads:

Finally, to tie it all together … I’m thankful for the men and women who fought for freedom, so I can enjoy life and enjoy my family. Their sacrifice is not forgotten!

I’m thankful for the men I once knew, for they’ve grown my appreciation for the family I have today!

(This was me with Tom in 2002 … what an honor to know these veterans!)

Celebrating Relationships

Above all, I’m thankful for YOU friend! May you hug your family close as we remember the liberation of Mauthausen and what we celebrate at Easter–the day God liberated us all from sin and death through Jesus Christ!

Tricia

WWII

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

Danger Closes In. Can the Children be Rescued?

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

Duty brought them together will secrets destroy their love?

London Calling! A Tale of a Sale

Twice Recsued Child–The Story That Inspired The Book

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

Pain shot through Corrie‘s chest. Anger and fear filled her mind, and her whole body trembled at seeing him. He had been one of the cruelest guards. She had spoken to many, telling them of God‘s forgiveness, but now — looking at her enemy — she had only hatred for this man in her heart.

This was one of the most difficult things she’d ever faced.

Corrie knew that forgiveness wasn’t a feeling. She had to will herself to forgive.

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

The Power to Forgive Your Enemies

The Miracle at Dunkirk

After all, if they were praying, that would prove they were almost defeated, right?

The First Miracle at Dunkirk

The Miracle at Dunkirk

All God Asks is that We Turn to Him

That is what the Lord says:

Something to Think About

Prayers That Changed History

Stories Change Hearts {A Visit to Auschwitz}

More than 1.4 million people visit Auschwitz every year, and the place was packed with people from around the world.

As I walked through the barracks, I considered those who’d walked the same path. I looked at prisoners’ photographs, and I wished I could hear the story of each one.

Stories Change Hearts {A Visit to Auschwitz}

I think those lost would appreciate that—appreciate that we won’t forget their suffering.

Where would we be without stories? Our view of the world is limited until we dare to step out. Dare to listen.

This was Thomas’ first rescue, aboard what became known as the Kindertransport.

Of the six million Jewish people killed during the war, 1.2 million were Jewish children.

Yet some did, and a few stepped forward to help.

What would happen to the Jewish children caught up in Hitler’s grasp?

Twice Rescued Child ~A Story of Hope

This was Thomas’ first rescue, aboard what became known as the Kindertransport.

Purchase Twice Rescued Child HERE.

Twice Rescued Child ~ A Story of Hope

Remembering Pearl Harbor and a Dawn of a Thousand Nights

Remembering Pearl Harbor

By Earl T. Williams Colonel, USAF (Retired)

Lieutenant Schick turned to me with a smile. “I would take a million dollars for this trip.”

How wrong he was.

I hurried to the pilot’s compartment as blood streaming down my face and into my eyes and mouth. My hair caught fire, and I felt a burning sensation on the back of my ears and neck.

“What’s the best way to get out?” Lieutenant Schick asked, attempting to remain calm.

At that point, I lost contact with Lieut. Reid and Taylor.

It’s a meet-up I’ll never forget.

Remembering Pearl Harbor

About 20 years ago I was on vacation with two friends when I first heard about the 11th Armored Division–the men who liberated Mauthausen and Gusen concentration camps.

I can’t tell you how much it meant to me to go.

Many people label these men and women as the greatest generation.

I have to admit that tears are flowing down on face as I write this.

They deserve to have their stories told correctly–and being able to do so was one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received.

They couldn’t believe it was the last reunion either, but they all decided it would be.

A Time To Remember

Because I had done the research, I’d was able to share about my Jesus with a veteran who has since passed away.

The Power of Stories

A Night Song of Hope

Unforgettable Stories

You can purchase Night Song here: https://amzn.to/2JqQrbH

Celebrating Family

Celebrating Homeschooling

Celebrating Heroes

Celebrating Relationships

By Earl T. Williams
Colonel, USAF (Retired)