Your Father knoweth.

When ye pray, say, 'Our Father'!" And he had missed all this.

What a mess he had made of his work! How sadly misread his Master's teaching and misinterpreted his Master's spirit! Barry looked down upon the grave at his feet.
"But you knew, dad, you knew!" he whispered.
For the first time since he had become a chaplain, he thought of his work with gratitude and eagerness.

He longed to see his men again.

He had something to tell them.