sunday, he put on that purple stole a stoll and he read from a prayer mistle they kept midden. as the guards watched, father kapaun and all the prisoners, men of different faith, perhaps some men of no faith, sang the lord's prayer and america the beautiful. they sang so loud that other prisoners across the camp not only heard them, they joined in, too, filling that valley with song and with prayer. and that faith that they might be delivered from evil and make it home was perhaps the greatest gift to those men. even amidst such hardship and despair there could be hope. amid their misery, in the