I once had the brief honour of meeting the Right Reverend Maurice Arthur Ponsonby Wood, who was a chaplain for the Marines during D-Day and led the first church service after the liberation of France, on the beach. He explained that he wanted an organ for this, so he had brought a portable one with him. "The fellow who was checking the manifest...," he said, "...one flamethrower, one Sten gun, one organ..." (opening eyes very wide) "...one organ?"
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