The tiny room and the passage outside were crowded with stalwart young soldiers, whose voices sang out the old hymns as though the Germans were miles away.

Our quarters were so cramped that the men had difficulty in squeezing into the room for communion and could not kneel down.

The service was rich and beautiful in the heartfelt devotion of men to whom, in their great need, religion was a real and vital thing.

Not long after midnight, once again the pounding of the old war was resumed, and as I went to bed in the dugout that night, I felt from what a sublime height the world had dropped.

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