sounds a hoot who wants to go
Have a look for Basil Pratt. Mad as a bucket of frogs, and used to keep his Vincents in the church
"The Man who worked on Sundays"
They are his diaries from when he was a Chaplain to the 8th Armoured Brigade. He landed on D-Day with the Sherwood Rangers Yeomanry and followed the Regiment through its battles all the way to Germany. He absolutely refused to remain safely in the rear, kept as far forward as possible, visiting the forward troops, ministering to the wounded and, assisted only by his driver, recovering and burying the bodies of the dead, including that of the war poet and artist Keith Douglas. I think he used to use a dustpan and brush to get em out of the tanks in the end.