It was, my fortune to fall in with the commanding officer of a Saskatchewan unit.
I found him in a rage against the church and all its officials.

His chaplain had become so hilarious at the mess that he was quite unable to carry on." "Hilarious ?" inquired Barry.
"Hilarious, sir.

Yes, plain drunk.

Think of it.

Think of the crime! the shame of it! A man charged with the responsibility of the souls of these men going to war--possibly to their death--drunk, in their presence! A man standing for God and the great eternal verities, incapacitated before them! I took the matter up with Ottawa, and I have this satisfaction at least, that I believe that no such appointment will ever be made again.