This one is true! That's just what Forrest said to the chaplain. The reverend thought he was amongst heathens, too, and was greatly surprised to look around the table at bowed heads and folded hands - bunch of choirboys! Except...the general was peeking one gimlet eye at him, waiting for the blessing...
What a Story! It's great! I first thought it might be apocryphal. Then, maybe not. I'll accept Diane's assessment of it as a true story. It adds to the aura around Gen. Forrest, doesn't it?
What a Story! It's great! I first thought it might be apocryphal. Then, maybe not. I'll accept Diane's assessment of it as a true story. It adds to the aura around Gen. Forrest, doesn't it?
That story is tucked in Wyeth's bio somewhere. Forrest always had a great respect for religion and men of the cloth but he didn't pay much attention himself. He left religion up to the women of his family. Usually, though, there were services and a chaplain handy - one of his best aides was the minister Kelley. Forrest sincerely came to believe in the power of prayer - he could find no other reason he had survived the war except his wife prayed for him constantly!