There he lay at the point of death, wounded and wounded sorely. It was a strange sight--his dirty ragged uniform not yet removed, the stains of war and of awful travel from the front upon his face, and he a priest! "Take me to him," he repeated. She said: "You are not fit to be moved, I dare not do it." And then insistently he whispered: "Sister, you are of the faith. You know what it means to the dying lad. I must go." He tried to rise from the straw on which he lay, and seeing his determination the nurse had him moved to the dying soldier's side. A few whispered words of confession, and the priest motioned to the Sister. "I cannot raise my arm. Help me to make the sign," he said. The Sister lifted his arm and together they made the sign of the cross. And then, exhausted, the soldier priest fell back. His comrade felt for his hand, clasped it in his dying grasp, and together priest and penitent passed away. Thus heroically are many French priests doing a double work, at once fighting for their country and for their faith. It is the same with French Protestant ministers. All of military age have had to go. The President of the French Wesleyan Conference, the Rev. Emile Ullern, is fighting as a private soldier in the French Army, and many another. Two-fifths of the pastors of the Reformed Church of France are also in the ranks. Already three of them, plus a missionary and a most promising theological student, one of the Monod's, have fallen on the battle-field. Our French churches are without pastors, and the work of many years is seemingly being ruined. But their members are at the front too, and it is a joy if, now and then, they meet and are able to comfort one another in the firing line. It is the same in Germany. Already we hear of one German Methodist minister who has fallen at the front--Rev. Friedrich Rösch, Ph.D. He graduated brilliantly in philosophy and languages at Strasburg University. He then offered for missionary work and rendered excellent service among the Mohammedans of Northern Africa. He had a good knowledge of Arabic and had learned two other African languages. Now a British or French bullet, or shrapnel shell, has cut short his career. This is the grim tragedy of this awful war--Christian fighting Christian, Christian minister fighting Christian minister. Our business, however, is with the _British_ army and with Christian work therein. Our task is a difficult one, for the veil of secrecy which enveloped the early days of the war has hardly as yet been lifted. Only here and there has that veil been raised just a little, but wherever we are privileged to gaze we are filled with admiration. The work of our chaplains and doctors and nurses has been heroic, and the no less noble work of Christian soldiers fills us with thanksgiving.