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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

Don't be too hard on them, but recall to mind, Barry, that when
they go up the line they feel terribly lonely and terribly afraid, and
that is a truly awful experience."
He paused a moment or two, and then lowered his voice and continued:
"Barry, you won't be ashamed of me. I was terribly afraid, myself."
Barry choked back a convulsive sob.
"You, dad, you!" He laughed scornfully.
"I didn't run, Barry, thank God! But the boys--my boys--they are only
lads, many of them--lonely and afraid--and they must go on. They must
go on. Oh, Barry, in that hour they need some one to go with them. They
need God."
His son was listening with his heart in his eyes. He was getting a new
view of the soldier and of the soldier's needs.
"Unhappily," continued his father, "God is at best a shadowy being, to
many of them a stranger, to some a terror. Barry," he said, "they need
some one to tell them the truth about God. It's not fair to God, you
know." Here again his father paused and then said very humbly: "I think
I may say, Barry, I know God now, as I did not before.


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