They sent over whizz-bangs (mortars) and later, big shells, which fell in close proximity to where I was working. I had buried seven of these fallen heroes, when my Guardian Angel said to me, 'get way from here, quickly.' I obeyed instantly, and had got away twenty five yards in a slanting direction from the enemy's fire when a big shell landed right on the very spot where I had been standing just a few seconds before. All I got was a shower of earth."
(Padre) McKenzie wrote to his wife to put her mind at ease: "I know now that if I pay heed and obey God I shall continue unharmed until my work is finished, so if I fall on the field, you will know the reason."
Fighting McKenzie: Anzac Chaplain, by Colin Stringer
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He had a pretty hard life as a boy and young man, and to support himself (this was back in the 'teens) did all sorts of odd jobs for a living, including cleaning out the old-fashioned "dug wells". He would go down the well with a shovel and grubbing hoe, and an assistant would lower the well bucket for him to put the junk, debris, and silt in.
Anyhow, he was down this well one day, and sent the bucket up with a full load, and recommenced to grubbing up the crud from the bottom of the well. Suddenly he heard a voice say, "Back!" and he felt a hand on his forehead. Naturally he leaped back against the wall in surprise -- and the full bucket whizzed right by his head in that instant. His "assistant" had lost hold of the bucket and dropped it down the length of the rope, if it had hit him in the back of the head it would have killed him instantly or he would have drowned.
He told me this story and said he immediately understood that God was saving him for something. Ultimately he became a Methodist minister (and a U.S. Marshal - he was a full service enforcer) and he really was a saintly man. I was privileged to know him, glad I did, and I hope he's putting in good words for us before the Throne (I have no doubt whatever that he is there! :-D )