Priestly Service in the Military
'Get on the ground you fat git,' my platoon commander - a man a little over half my age- shouted at me. Thank goodness my parishioners don't address me in the same manner I thought as I flung myself to the ground, yet again, in a meaningless act in the name of training. We were under enemy fire (blanks) in hostile territory (the Surrey Downs) and rapid responses were paramount.