"I am not a 'mixer.' They all say so.

I shall be impossible as a chaplain." "Young man," said the superintendent, a note of sternness in his voice, "you know not what transformations in character this war will work.
Would I were twenty years younger," he added passionately, "twenty years sounder.

Think of the opportunity to stand for God among your men, to point them the way of duty, and fit them for it, to bring them comfort, when they need comfort sorely, to bring them peace, when they most need peace." Barry came away from the interview more disturbed than he had ever been in his life.

After he had returned to his hotel, a message from his superintendent recalled him.
"I have a bit of work to do," he said, "in which I need your help.

I wish you to join me in a visitation of some of the military camps in this district.