Fr Doyle wrote the following in his diary on this day in 1916:
I have celebrated Mass in some strange places and under extraordinary conditions but somehow I was more than usually impressed this morning. The men had gathered in what was once a small convent. For with all their faults, their devil-may-care recklessness, they love the Mass and regret when they cannot come. It was a poor miserable place, cold and wet, the only light being two small candles. Yet they knelt there and prayed as only our own Irish poor can pray, with a fervour and faith which would touch the heart of any unbeliever. They are as shy as children, and men of few words; but I know they are grateful when one tries to be kind to them and warmly appreciate all that is done for their soul’s interest.
There was recently a picture on the internet of Mass in Mosul in a bombed out church that makes one think of all the times from all the wars that the Holy Sacrifice continued on and the faithful continued on in spite of the danger, the set backs, the sorrows, and the conditions present.