THE DEATH OF JAMES W. JORDON 
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Ferris Champney

Corregidor. The Bastion of the Philippines.

That's where it happened.

"A" and "B" Co.'s had taken Water Tower Hill by assault that evening at dusk. There had been many casualties, and now it was night. We were expecting a counter-attack momentarily. Suddenly we heard the cough of the Japanese knee mortars. A few moments and we could hear the first shells descending, making that peculiar flopping noise as they turned over and over in the air. The first one landed about thirty feet from me. It landed between the leader of the third platoon and the platoon sergeant. The concussion was terrific.

The platoon leader died almost instantly. The platoon sergeant's leg was blown off. The sergeant was calm, until he was informed that he was going to die. Then he began to scream, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die."

His screams had to be muffled, but still during lulls in the firing those of us in the perimeter could hear his cries, growing weaker, and weaker, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die," until death came.

As I said, the casualties had been heavy in that assault on Water Tower Hill. Among them was a particular friend of mine, a Christian man, and true to the Lord. He was the first scout of the third platoon. He fell, mortally wounded, in the last successful effort of the assault.

I saw him just a few minutes after he was hit. He was shot through the stomach, and in great pain. Still he smiled as cheerfully as ever. He had a terrible wound, and death was coming closer, and closer, but his voice was firm and cheerful.

I only had time to press his hand, and pause a fraction of time for a word of prayer. I was a B. A. R. gunner and could not be spared from the assault.

That evening after dark, I was one of those detailed to carry back the wounded and dead. I was able to speak to my friend again. _. I could not see him in the darkness, but he was still cheerful, trusting in the Lord. Though he did groan with pain, still  he was not in despair at all. My friend died that night on the operating table.

There were others of the Company in the hospital that night. They told me that Jordan was cheerful to the end. They told me how he spoke to the men in the other litters, about how Jesus was able to save and keep and satisfy. Which way will you die? I saw the platoon sergeant's face the next morning_. It was a twisted mask of horror. The horror of his fear of death.

Will you go out into eternity unprepared, as he was?

My friend died, at peace with God, with the World, and himself.

He trusted in Jesus as his Saviour.

Jesus said, John 11:25, "I am the resurrection and the life:  he that believeth on me_, though he were dead, yet shall  he live."

4On the afternoon of the 25th February, "A" and "B" Companies approache Watertower Hill