Several times one summer I was asked to "stand watch."  I hunkered down against a large oak on the hill overlooking the unit and spent the night watching for "visitors."  I watched and listened as the unit gradually quieted down to near silence and eventually only the sounds of the bull frogs and smaller wildlife remained. 

I have always felt at peace in the woods by myself but these nights provided the opportunity in the stillness before dawn to have some very personal conversations with our Lord. With the sounding of the wakeup bell I walked back to my tent to move my guys on down to chapel and to breakfast, refreshed in spite of the lack of sleep.