I'll show Miss Vincent how a
quartermaster's department of a real hospital should be run."
His hour with the A. D. C. S. was a most stimulating experience for
Barry. He found himself at once in touch with not an official thinking
in terms of military regulations and etiquette, but a soldier and a man.
For the A. D. C. S. was both. Through all the terrible days at Ypres,
where the Canadians, in that welter of gas and fire and blood, had won
their imperishable fame as fighting men, he had been with them, sharing
their dangers and ministering to their wants with his brother officers
of the fighting line. Physically an unimpressive figure, small and
slight, yet he seemed charged with concentrated energy waiting release.
As Barry listened to his words coming forth in snappy, jerking phrases,
he was fascinated by the bulldog jaw and piercing eyes of the little
man. In brief, comprehensive, vigorous sentences, he set forth his
ideals for the chaplain service in the Canadian army.
"Three things," he said, "I tell my men, should mark the Canadian
chaplain service.
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