Titre: Letter of 28 November 1917 from Alexander Logan Waugh to his father
Auteur: Waugh, Alexander Logan, 1895-1917
Source: Archives of Manitoba, P3348, Alexander Logan Waugh 11
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4 28/11/17
on top of which formed the opposite bank
of my ditch.
A sudden burst of machine-gun
fire came from our guns in front, not a
hundred yards from me, and with
it, a German scrambled from a
pile of timbers where the swine had
been sniping with telescopic sights,
at our chaps. He stood in the
ditch, crouched, waiting for the next
move, and at not more than
twenty yard, I drove a bullet
through his head. He crumpled in
a grotesque heap and the water
bubbled for a few minutes in a
widening red circle.
After the incident I worked along
the bottom of the ditch to the right,
meaning to get opposite where I
had heard our guns, scramble over
the canal bank and shout my
message to them. It was hell. Every
move rustled the rushes and every
rustle brought the hiss of bullets,
riccocheting form the bank on my
right. I had thrown away my steel
helmet at the bridge. It was too
conspicuous. The rifle I sank in
the ditch after it was clogged with

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