We went on the first daylight raid on the German front line at 3 o’clock. When we got half way there the Germans opened fire. It was just one rain of bullets and I went down in a shell crater. They’d shelled before and if anybody got out of one of those shell holes and tried to run back to his line, he was shot immediately. And that’s how it was happening, all around me. Well, I’d got me head and I decided I'd lay quiet, so I did. I laid there from say 3 o’clock ‘till it was dusk, at night as you might say, all wounded, terrible. Then I finally decided I’d crawl back and I wasn’t the only one. They were crawling back there, that was, ooh, four or five hours after, when everything had died down, you see. All the firing had stopped.