There was a man here last night in a sniper's post, shooting through a trench loophole, you understand, which had an iron panel.

Well, he actually went to sleep with his rifle in his hand, having had a dog's life for two or three nights.

But for a mercy, he had pulled down his panel--didn't know he had!--and the next thing he knew was a bullet spattering on it--just where his eye should have been.
He was jolly quick in backing out and into a dug-out, and an hour later he got the man.
'But there was an awful thing here last night.

An officer was directing one of our snipers--stooping down just behind him, when a Hun got him--right in the eyes.

I was down at the dressing-station visiting one of our men who had been knocked over--and I saw him led in.