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"
Then
that
really
is
very
odd
,
Chaplain
,
because
I
have
here
another
affidavit
from
Colonel
Cathcart
that
states
you
once
told
him
atheism
was
not
against
the
law
.
Do
you
recall
ever
making
a
statement
like
that
to
anyone
?
"
The
chaplain
nodded
without
any
hesitation
,
feeling
himself
on
very
solid
ground
now
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
I
did
make
a
statement
like
that
.
I
made
it
because
it
’
s
true
.
Atheism
is
not
against
the
law
.
"
"
But
that
’
s
still
no
reason
to
say
so
,
Chaplain
,
is
it
?
"
the
officer
chided
tartly
,
frowning
,
and
picked
up
still
one
more
typewritten
,
notarized
page
from
the
folder
.
"
And
here
I
have
another
sworn
statement
from
Sergeant
Whitcomb
that
says
you
opposed
his
plan
of
sending
letters
of
condolence
over
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
signature
to
the
next
of
kin
of
men
killed
or
wounded
in
combat
.
Is
that
true
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
I
did
oppose
it
,
"
answered
the
chaplain
.
"
And
I
’
m
proud
that
I
did
.
Those
letters
are
insincere
and
dishonest
.
Their
only
purpose
is
to
bring
glory
to
Colonel
Cathcart
.
"
"
But
what
difference
does
that
make
?
"
replied
the
officer
.
"
They
still
bring
solace
and
comfort
to
the
families
that
receive
them
,
don
’
t
they
?
Chaplain
,
I
simply
can
’
t
understand
your
thinking
process
.
"
The
chaplain
was
stumped
and
at
a
complete
loss
for
a
reply
.
He
hung
his
head
,
feeling
tongue
-
tied
and
naive
.
The
ruddy
stout
colonel
stepped
forward
vigorously
with
a
sudden
idea
.
"
Why
don
’
t
we
knock
his
goddam
brains
out
?
"
he
suggested
with
robust
enthusiasm
to
the
others
.
"
Yes
,
we
could
knock
his
goddam
brains
out
,
couldn
’
t
we
?
"
the
hawk
-
faced
major
agreed
.
"
He
’
s
only
an
Anabaptist
.
"
"
No
,
we
’
ve
got
to
find
him
guilty
first
,
"
the
officer
without
insignia
cautioned
with
a
languid
restraining
wave
.
He
slid
lightly
to
the
floor
and
moved
around
to
the
other
side
of
the
table
,
facing
the
chaplain
with
both
hands
pressed
flat
on
the
surface
.
His
expression
was
dark
and
very
stern
,
square
and
forbidding
.
"
Chaplain
,
"
he
announced
with
magisterial
rigidity
,
"
we
charge
you
formally
with
being
Washington
Irving
and
taking
capricious
and
unlicensed
liberties
in
censoring
the
letters
of
officers
and
enlisted
men
.
Are
you
guilty
or
innocent
?
"
"
Innocent
,
sir
.
"
The
chaplain
licked
dry
lips
with
a
dry
tongue
and
leaned
forward
in
suspense
on
the
edge
of
his
chair
.
