He told me that he had once had an attack of nervous prostration, caused by the shock of his father's sudden death, and that he could not stand life in the trenches.

He seemed very much upset, and I felt that perhaps it would be wise to get him out of the line, but I could not avoid a sense of disappointment in the midst of my pity.

He told me that he had been confirmed, but had never made his Communion and was coming to my service the next morning.

I promised I would speak to his officer and went off.
The next morning, the man was at the service, and after the others left, waited to speak to me.

I thought he wanted to remind me of my promise.