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"
He
doesn
’
t
even
believe
there
are
atheists
in
foxholes
,
"
the
colonel
mocked
,
and
nudged
the
chaplain
in
the
ribs
familiarly
.
"
Go
on
,
Chaplain
,
tell
him
.
Are
there
atheists
in
foxholes
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
sir
,
"
the
chaplain
replied
.
"
I
’
ve
never
been
in
a
foxhole
.
"
The
officer
in
front
swung
his
head
around
swiftly
with
a
quarrelsome
expression
.
"
You
’
ve
never
been
in
heaven
either
,
have
you
?
But
you
know
there
’
s
a
heaven
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Or
do
you
?
"
said
the
colonel
.
"
That
’
s
a
very
serious
crime
you
’
ve
committed
,
Father
,
"
said
the
major
.
"
What
crime
?
"
"
We
don
’
t
know
yet
,
"
said
the
colonel
.
"
But
we
’
re
going
to
find
out
.
And
we
sure
know
it
’
s
very
serious
.
"
The
car
swung
off
the
road
at
Group
Headquarters
with
a
squeal
of
tires
,
slackening
speed
only
slightly
,
and
continued
around
past
the
parking
lot
to
the
back
of
the
building
.
The
three
officers
and
the
chaplain
got
out
.
In
single
file
,
they
ushered
him
down
a
wobbly
flight
of
wooden
stairs
leading
to
the
basement
and
led
him
into
a
damp
,
gloomy
room
with
a
low
cement
ceiling
and
unfinished
stone
walls
.
There
were
cobwebs
in
all
the
corners
.
A
huge
centipede
blew
across
the
floor
to
the
shelter
of
a
water
pipe
.
They
sat
the
chaplain
in
a
hard
,
straight
-
backed
chair
that
stood
behind
a
small
,
bare
table
.
"
Please
make
yourself
comfortable
,
Chaplain
,
"
invited
the
colonel
cordially
,
switching
on
a
blinding
spotlight
and
shooting
it
squarely
into
the
chaplain
’
s
face
.
He
placed
a
set
of
brass
knuckles
and
box
of
wooden
matches
on
the
table
.
"
We
want
you
to
relax
.
"
The
chaplain
’
s
eyes
bulged
out
incredulously
.
His
teeth
chattered
and
his
limbs
felt
utterly
without
strength
.
He
was
powerless
.
They
might
do
whatever
they
wished
to
him
,
he
realized
;
these
brutal
men
might
beat
him
to
death
right
there
in
the
basement
,
and
no
one
would
intervene
to
save
him
,
no
one
,
perhaps
,
but
the
devout
and
sympathetic
major
with
the
sharp
face
,
who
set
a
water
tap
dripping
loudly
into
a
sink
and
returned
to
the
table
to
lay
a
length
of
heavy
rubber
hose
down
beside
the
brass
knuckles
.
"
Everything
’
s
going
to
be
all
right
,
Chaplain
,
"
the
major
said
encouragingly
.
"
You
’
ve
got
nothing
to
be
afraid
of
if
you
’
re
not
guilty
.
What
are
you
so
afraid
of
?
You
’
re
not
guilty
,
are
you
?
"
