As I cast my mind back to the first years of war, to the best times
of my entire career as a chaplain, I am still filled with deep piety,
with profound gratitude and awe at the recollection of one remarkable,
rather remarcable, recurrent course of events that came to pass
and shed its light in my workaday life in those halcyon years. 
Warfare is rough play, as we all know, and in the manly and mera-
less martial turmoil surely all of us, even the merest Negro, the
lowliest Japanese or Jew, are equals in the sight of the same
Gawd; indeed, I wish to emphasize this!- 
Well, as I was saying, it is with intense emotion and profound
humility that I recall those months of May, days when the
first ripe cherries would be fresh off the bough; sitting; there
in the dull humdrum of the Officers' Mess we would naturally
be pleasantly diverted by questions such as- would we like some cherries! 
However, it became virtually a point of tradition, yes,, hearing
that innocent query rather more lusciously worded: a couple
of "Gerries"? How about some Gerries! At this, and blushing
almost openly, the officers would proceed to rape the waitresses
in full view and afterwards shoot them on the spot. 
And so, as the afflicted blood of these possessed women crimsoned
the drab floor out our mess, my turn would come to step forth
and perform my own assignment in this Extraordinary, this quite
extraordinary, colorful drama! - Those fallen souls laid to
their last rest before the scorching pains of flaming hellfire,
we would fold our hands upon the familiar words of my esteemed
colleague - words that so frequently during my career have
intrigued me and brought me succor - inscrutable are the ways
of the Lord..and how can we mortals be expected to mind and
master every turn, a-men.