There was loud grumbling from Jim as he obeyed.
“Will you make a sermon?” asked the Major.
“No, I don’t think so. Well, perhaps.”
Hodges could see that the Chaplain was rising to the occasion with considerable gusto.
“Perhaps a short prayer after the service. Something very simple, something to describe our, ah, thankfulness and so on.”
“That will be nice,” said Major Barkison.
“Yes, after all it’s our duty to do this thing right.”
“I’ll bet the Chief would get a kick out of this,” commented Martin.
Bervick, who was standing beside him, nodded. “Chief would really like all this attention.”
Hodges sat beside Evans on the bench. “What kind of report you going to make, Mr Evans?”