Description:Bullets snapped and whined; shells screamed overhead; the ground reeled under the thuds that smote it. A young officer hugged the side of the shell-hole in which he crouched. “That’s hot stuff!” said a cheery voice. The officer looked up and saw an army chaplain smiling down at him from the edge of the shell-hole. The apparition was startling. “In the name of Heaven, Padre, where did you drop from?” exclaimed the officer. “Hop down, or you will be blown to bits.” “Well, any port in a storm,” said the priest, as he let himself down into the shell-hole, “But we’re safe enough here, for isn’t it a point of honour among shells not to drop twice into the same hole?” His companion laughed. “I’m afraid,” he said, “That’s one of many truths out here that is perfectly untrue. But I’m glad you’ve come, Padre. I’m Captain X., of the Liverpool’s. I see you are 16th Division. Do you happen to be Fr Doyle?” “Yes, that’s my name,” answered the priest. “I thought so,” said the other, “I have often heard of you, Padre and how fond you are of the shells.” “Indeed no,” said Fr Doyle, “the coward is too strong in me for that. But when I have my bit to do, I know I can count on God’s protection and that gives me courage.” “I wish I had a little of that kind of courage,” said the other wistfully. “Why shouldn’t you? You’re Irish aren’t you?” “Yes,” answered the captain, “Dublin, and proud of it!” “I’m Dublin, too,” said Fr Doyle. “Dear old Dublin!” sighed his companion; “I wish I were back in it safe. I have a young wife, married a month ago, waiting for me there. Yet I have the feeling that I shall never see her again.” “Feelings don’t count for much,” replied the priest, “especially when they are out of tune, as they are bound to be in this racket. You are in God’s hands. He knows what is best for you, and will do what is best for you. Since you’re Dublin, you are probably a Catholic.” “I am, sort of one,” was the answer. “Which means, I suppose,” said Fr Doyle, with a smile, “that you pray little, go to Mass less, and to the Sacraments not at all!” The captain laughed. “That’s my soul’s portrait fairly accurately,” he said. “Not a pretty one, is it?” rejoined the priest “nor a safe one these days.” “Look here, Padre,” replied the other, “I don’t suppose I’m much worse than other chaps, but somehow I’ve grown careless and got off the track in my religion.” Fr Doyle nodded. “I know,” he said, “and God has sent me across your path to lift you on again. Will you go to confession? I’ll run you through.” The young officer’s face kindled as the grace of God touched his soul. “Father, I will!” he exclaimed. “Just give me a little time to prepare.” All right,” answered the priest, “three minutes on your knees before the execution!”As the words of the absolution fell from the priest’s lips, and the Precious Blood washed away the sins of years, the terrifying rushes and crashing explosions around rose to a deafening torrent of sound as though satan were raging furiously at a soul being snapped from his grasp. Suddenly the tumult ceased; there came a great stillness. “The music outside seems to be over,” said Fr Doyle. “I think I’ll be pushing on. Some of my boys may want me. Good-bye Captain and God bless you!” “God bless you, Father!” exclaimed the captain, grasping the priest’s outstretched hand. “You have made me wonderfully happy.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Trench Priest: Life of Father William Doyle, SJ. To get started finding Trench Priest: Life of Father William Doyle, SJ, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Bullets snapped and whined; shells screamed overhead; the ground reeled under the thuds that smote it. A young officer hugged the side of the shell-hole in which he crouched. “That’s hot stuff!” said a cheery voice. The officer looked up and saw an army chaplain smiling down at him from the edge of the shell-hole. The apparition was startling. “In the name of Heaven, Padre, where did you drop from?” exclaimed the officer. “Hop down, or you will be blown to bits.” “Well, any port in a storm,” said the priest, as he let himself down into the shell-hole, “But we’re safe enough here, for isn’t it a point of honour among shells not to drop twice into the same hole?” His companion laughed. “I’m afraid,” he said, “That’s one of many truths out here that is perfectly untrue. But I’m glad you’ve come, Padre. I’m Captain X., of the Liverpool’s. I see you are 16th Division. Do you happen to be Fr Doyle?” “Yes, that’s my name,” answered the priest. “I thought so,” said the other, “I have often heard of you, Padre and how fond you are of the shells.” “Indeed no,” said Fr Doyle, “the coward is too strong in me for that. But when I have my bit to do, I know I can count on God’s protection and that gives me courage.” “I wish I had a little of that kind of courage,” said the other wistfully. “Why shouldn’t you? You’re Irish aren’t you?” “Yes,” answered the captain, “Dublin, and proud of it!” “I’m Dublin, too,” said Fr Doyle. “Dear old Dublin!” sighed his companion; “I wish I were back in it safe. I have a young wife, married a month ago, waiting for me there. Yet I have the feeling that I shall never see her again.” “Feelings don’t count for much,” replied the priest, “especially when they are out of tune, as they are bound to be in this racket. You are in God’s hands. He knows what is best for you, and will do what is best for you. Since you’re Dublin, you are probably a Catholic.” “I am, sort of one,” was the answer. “Which means, I suppose,” said Fr Doyle, with a smile, “that you pray little, go to Mass less, and to the Sacraments not at all!” The captain laughed. “That’s my soul’s portrait fairly accurately,” he said. “Not a pretty one, is it?” rejoined the priest “nor a safe one these days.” “Look here, Padre,” replied the other, “I don’t suppose I’m much worse than other chaps, but somehow I’ve grown careless and got off the track in my religion.” Fr Doyle nodded. “I know,” he said, “and God has sent me across your path to lift you on again. Will you go to confession? I’ll run you through.” The young officer’s face kindled as the grace of God touched his soul. “Father, I will!” he exclaimed. “Just give me a little time to prepare.” All right,” answered the priest, “three minutes on your knees before the execution!”As the words of the absolution fell from the priest’s lips, and the Precious Blood washed away the sins of years, the terrifying rushes and crashing explosions around rose to a deafening torrent of sound as though satan were raging furiously at a soul being snapped from his grasp. Suddenly the tumult ceased; there came a great stillness. “The music outside seems to be over,” said Fr Doyle. “I think I’ll be pushing on. Some of my boys may want me. Good-bye Captain and God bless you!” “God bless you, Father!” exclaimed the captain, grasping the priest’s outstretched hand. “You have made me wonderfully happy.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Trench Priest: Life of Father William Doyle, SJ. To get started finding Trench Priest: Life of Father William Doyle, SJ, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.