It tells the true story of Sargent Joseph Banks, who on his 49th mission, is shot down over Germany (actually the bomber in front of them got hit, slows down, and then releases its bombs on top of Sargent Banks' bomber and that's what brings down his plane). The other 9 men on his bomber don't survive the crash and he is taken prisoner. It talks about his captivity and beatings and his eventual escape and his reliance on God. The fact that it was his 49th mission is poignant...after 50 missions they would have been allowed to go back to the US--still in the military, but safe.
I have read several books over the last couple of years that have similarities to A Distant Prayer. For example, The Seven Miracles that Saved America by Ted and Chris Stewart has one chapter that describes some torture that was going on in East Berlin in the late 80s at the time of the fall of the Berlin Wall. And of course other World War II books like Corrie ten Boom's The Hiding Place, Night by Elie Wiesel, We Were Not Alone by Patricia Reece Roper, and others have similar themes. The stories also make me think of all the pioneers suffered.
Which, kind of changing tracks, but not really, leads to a story I heard from a BYU-Idaho devotional. The speaker was a veterinarian and said he never had bad days. He then tells a story (and his version was quite humorous) about how a family brought in a dog that was in sorry shape. He at first thought they wanted him to put the dog to sleep, but they didn't. After all the dog had survived, they wanted to doctor to try and save it.
The dog had been hit by a car and his eye popped out and the skull was crushed so that you could see his brain. They had a friend take it out and shoot it 5 times. They then buried the dog in a shallow grave. I don't know the time frame, but the dog, who wasn't dead, dug himself out of the grave and returned to the family. (can you imagine seeing this dog, that you thought was dead, coming toward you?) So the family brought the dog in.
Amazingly, even though the dog had been hit by a car and had been shot in the head and neck, and buried, it really didn't take too much to fix him up. Turns out it wasn't the brain they had seen through the cracked skull, but only the sinus cavity.
So compared to that poor dog, how many bad days do we really have? I know I don't have many...if any.
So, I count my blessings and I try to gain strength through these stories that I read and I pray for those who may now be suffering such pains. There is much I have to enjoy in life.