We took up this position with Wattis and a French officer and 
again opened fire on the enemy, where we could see them in their 
trench. We were doing terrific damage, especially so in the case of 
Comrade Wattis, who is an excellent shot. Shammah was at his side. 
It was Shammah who had first reported the Fascist infiltration to 
H.Q. Before reporting, he had done his bit, cool plucky youngster that 
he is, with others, to try to clear them out of the trench. 
I had only been firing for about five minutes, when the French 
officer asked me for a rifle. I gave him mine, and took up at position 
immediately behind him. He, too was a good shot, and was getting a 
man with each shot. Wattis was so pleased that he shouted across. “Bra- 
vo”. Then seeing the officer glance across at him called “Encore”. I then 
got as close as possible to the Frenchman to see better the result of his 
shooting, but as he turned to shoot again, he received a bullet in his 
head. It knocked his eye clean out and tore a great hole in his face. His 
brains poured out all over me, but I caught him and laid him down in 
the trench. I informed Wattis that he was dead, and he told me to drag 
him in. Seeing my natural look of repugnance, he called for help, and 
helped us to drag the man in. In the meanwhile, Shammah was cont- 
inuing to keep up a covering fire. 
After this, we stayed in the main trench for a few minutes, and then 
were ordered to return to our own lines, which we were very glad to do, 
since we were very weary and very hungry. 

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