They tell the story of a young soldier in Italy who jumped into a foxhole just the seat-of-his-pants ahead of a bullet. Crouching and digging in a bit better, his hand touched metal, and he brought up a silver crucifix, left no doubt, by a former resident. A moment later another leaping figure landed beside him as the shells screamed. When the soldier got a chance to look, he saw that his companion was an army chaplain. Holding out the crucifix, the soldier gasped, “Am I glad to see you! How do you work this thing?”