The Confession
The Confession (This story is dedicated to the men of faith who have also served.) I think I shall probably die with blood-stained hands. This is not a metaphorical statement, but on observation of fact. Were I at home, such a comment would seem preposterous; being a chaplain assigned to the Pacific Theater, however, makes such possibilities all too real. I prefer to hear a man’s confession before the bullets start flying. His thoughts are more concise and it is…