What a jolly evening. First I watched Chernobyl being entombed and now I'm watching a programme on Porton Down, all about nasty things like mustard gas. The presenter is a doctor who has worked with soldiers on active service. He asks questions and the personnel often reply,"I can't tell you that." Hardly any relief from Wilfred Owen's poem, Dulce et decorum est which describes the effect of some nasty gas on a soldiers breathing. It's all gloom and doom tonight. It's just amazing what horrors man inflicts on man. I guess I need to do the sensible thing and switch off the gloom machine in the corner of my living room.
First of all thanks to Fat Prophet for your interest. I see from your blog you are having trouble commenting. To get back to my assessed service. Criticism albeit constructive is harder for some to take than others. I felt a little crushed after my assessed service but then remembered I had recorded it on my dictaphone. I listened to it all through and although my assessors were quite right about me speaking a little quickly and rushing from item to item, I was actually very pleased with the content of my sermon and how I presented it. So I have decided to take heart. I highly recommend other trainees to record your services. You can hear your good points and your bad and there is no argument about it, it is all caught on the recorder.
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