In the Northern Mists - A Grand Fleet Chaplain's Note Book #267803

If at the time when I was first ordained and about to enter upon a quiet curacy some prophetic instinct had told me that after a considerable number of years I should find myself in my present position I should probably have quoted a few words concerning lying prophets: but then, as someone remarks, you never can tell!<br><br>I am "in the North Sea"; in a battleship in the North Sea; in an office in the battleship; in a mail-bag in the office. That is to say, the lower half of me is in a mail-bag, which, being made of stout canvas and drawn up close around the waist, forms a very comforting protection against the cold.<br><br>As to what I am doing in the office, the strictness of the censorship forbids me to say; but it is a certain job for which I have volunteered, as everyone must do his bit in these days. Certainly, the work does not come under the heading of pastoral duties, and according to the terms of the Hague Convention I am probably rendering myself liable to be shot by our friends the enemy if they catch me. Well, they are quite welcome to do it - if they can!