"Ah! Padre! Here take a seat." Father Mulcahy pulled out a chair and sat in it. He looked up to the Colonel with a smile, but a face of seriousness. "What's on your mind, Father?" His smile quickly faded. He took a deep breath and was ready to face the Colonel. Here it goes... "Well Colonel, you see, I'd like to go up to the front. The men might need me there and-" but before he could finish his statement the Colonel shook his head, "What's gotten into you Padre? We need you here more than anywhere. And the front? What's this sudden load of cracker-jacks?!" The Father's face drooped to a sullen frown, as if he were a child who was just told he couldn't have any dessert unless he ate his vegetables. "But sir, what our men face at the front must be unimaginable, surely I could go and provide some comfort to the weary. My work here is simple, and I truly don't think I'm doing as much good here as I could up there." The Colonel sighed. "Listen, I know you have good intentions, but you're staying... and that's an order." Father Mulcahy bowed his head in defeat, oh good Lord, have I failed my men, or is this not my purpose? But then, Radar came rushing into the Colonel's Office. "Colonel Potter!! We got a man up at Batalion Aid who needs immediate help!! We gotta have him transported here immediately!!" Father Mulcahy looked up at Radar's face. "Oh, sorry Father, I don't mean to disturb you." Father Mulcahy smiled. "It's quite alright son." Radar gave a smile in return, and the Father once again bowed his head. But the Father would soon be faced with one thing. When an opportunity arises, do you sit back and follow orders? Or do you disobey?