He was very young, but had a keen, earnest face, and I thought how often I had seen fights in the air and how little I had imagined that the human hearts in those little craft, which looked like tiny flies among the clouds, were praying to God for help and protection.

I told him how glad I was to hear his testimony to the power of Christ.

When we got back to the hotel, one of the airmen came up to him and said, "Congratulations, old chap, here's your telegram." The telegram was an order for him to join a squadron which held what the airmen considered to be, from it's exceeding danger, the post of honour at the Somme front.

I often wonder if the boy came through the fierce ordeal alive.
It was pleasant to meet Bishop Gwynne and his staff once again.

There was always something spiritually bracing in visiting the Headquarters of our Chaplain Service at St.Omer.On the Monday I rode off to our Divisional Headquarters, which were in a fine old chateau at Tilques.
I had a pleasant billet in a comfortable house at the entrance to the town, and the different units of the Division were encamped in the quaint villages round about.