My grandfather, Melvin Pipe, fought in the second world war. He was a navigator on a bomber aircraft. They would rain bombs down on the enemy military bases and the enemy would shoot rockets into the sky, trying to bring the bombers down.
One night as they were flying through enemy territory something exploded up through the bottom of the plane. My grandfather knew he was dead because no one survives a direct hit. But it didn’t denote. My grandfather scrambled to find what had pierced the aircraft. He grabbed it and found himself looking at – a flare.
If it had been an explosive my mother and then I would never have been born. Because it was a flare I was able to come into existence and share this story with you today. Thank you God for the flare!