When I was in Marine boot camp there was a week we could not go to the chaple. I don't know all the ins and outs of why we could not go, but it was our mess week. They brought us a few bibles and gave us some time in the chow hall to do as we pleased. In a corner of that chow hall a small group of teenage Marine recruits read verses that had been helping us and prayed together. With out the aid of a chaplin the Holy Spirt came lead us for that short period of time and to this day has been one of the markers in my life of Gods love.