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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

"
Barry shook his head sadly.
"I'm not much good, dad," he said, "but I'm not going to quit," he added
quickly, noting a shadow on his father's face.
"Barry, I'm going to say something to you which I do hope will not hurt
you. I know the common soldier better than you do, boy. Our Canadian
soldiers do not like to be rebuked, criticised or even watched too
closely. Forgive me this, my boy."
"Oh, dad, please tell me all that is in your heart!"
"Thank you, Barry. They don't like the chaplain to be a censor over
their words."
"I loathe it," said Barry passionately.
"Believe me, they are good chaps in their hearts. They swear and all
that, but that is merely a habit or a mere expression of high emotion.
You ought to hear them as they 'go over.' Barry, let all that pass and
remember that these boys are giving their lives--their lives, Barry, for
right, for conscience, and ultimately, though it may be unconsciously,
for God. Barry, a man that is giving his life for God may say what he
likes.


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