Reminds me of when I was stationed out in the desert near the Mexican border, and my comrades and I "did church" with whatever was available. We had communion with a couple hard rolls that had been smuggled out of the chow hall in someones pocket and a bottle of Welch's from the Navy Exchange. The protestant chaplain on the little air base conducted a sparsely attended "high church Episcopal" type Sunday service that just didn't appeal to a number of sailors on the post, and some of them had duty on Sunday morning anyway, so several of us had our own mid-week Bible Study that met wherever "two or more of us could gather together".
