2019 bk 404. Every so often a reader runs across a book that changes the way they think, that stuns them, maybe horrifies, but certainly one that has an impact on their emotions and thoughts. This came out of the 25 cent bookshelf at Half Price books and gave me a brain slap. I knew two men who served as chaplains in WWII and mostly picked up this book to see if they were mentioned (one was, the other wasn't). They were quiet men who seemed to not quite fit in their civilian churches - and now I know they both continued to suffer from PTSD - and probably never sought help. The breadth of work of the Service Chaplains was amazing. Many served in the front lines, along with those front line soldiers, many were POW's in some of the worse camps in history. Their duties included one to one counseling, leading small groups, leading mass services, going among the battle dead and wounded, registering names, taking half the dog tags, recording where burial plots were, and writing to families and consoling buddies. They found food, shelter, and clothing for the civilian survivors of war. Served communion and last rites. And though each chaplain was certified in his own denomination - they all were trained in and had to perform the duties of rabbi, pastor, and priest depending on the religious background of the soldiers. For those denominations not having an educated clergy (4 years of college, 3 of seminary), many time lay persons were appointed as assistants - or pastors of those denominations serving in the regular army or navy were appointed or self appointed to serve in the chaplaincy. A moving book about a wartime shortage I had never heard of before. The services were so short of chaplains, that when a Japanese POW identified himself as an English speaking priest, he volunteered or was volunteered to serve with the unit that had captured him. An excellent read and very thought provoking. I wish I had 10 stars to give this.