I had a service in it one night.

The atmosphere was smoky and mysterious, and the hundreds of little candles propped up on mess-tins over the straw, looked like a special illumination.

A large heap of straw at the end of the barn served as a platform, and in lieu of an organ I had a mandolin player to start the hymns.

The service went very well, the men joining in heartily.
The night before the battle of Neuve Chapelle, I went over to see the captain in charge of the big gun, and he showed me the orders for the next day, issued by the British General.

He told me that at seven o'clock it would be "Hell let loose", all down the line.