I will say mine afterwards"-- and he did.

He was a Roman Catholic, and had lived in India, and was a very fine type of man.

When I read the words two years afterwards on a cross in a cemetery near Poperinghe, "Of your charity pray for the soul of Major Harter, M.C.," I did it gladly and devoutly.
I had brought with me in a small pyx, the Blessed Sacrament, and the next morning I gave Communion to a number of the men.

One young officer, a boy of eighteen, who had just left school to come to the front, asked me to have the service in his dugout.

The men came in three or four at a time and knelt on the muddy floor.