Stationed for now

The Platoon and I have been moving around a lot lately.  The other day, we came across an old abandoned church, well I guess almost abandoned, for we found that two monks lived there.  We are west of the Batangan Peninsula.  We decided that it looked like a safe place to stay for a while.  We dug our foxholes in the front yard, the monks didn't seem to mind.  The oldest monk brought me into the church, and brought me a cane chair.  He gestured for me to sit down on it.  He seemed to be proud of it, and proud to have me, a Lieutenant, someone of high importance, sitting in it. The monks seemed to like us, especially Henry Dobbins, they called him, "Soldier Jesus".  They help us by bringing us water.  This way we could bathe for we don't get to do it very often.  they help us clean our guns and oil them, we show them what to do and they willingly do it and are happy. What nice help, from people who can't even speak our language.  I am greatful to them for the help that they have contributed.