There was no sleeping that night; we were too excited and chattered away like school girls over our experiences, and to pass the time the inevitable card game started.  During the game the sniping was active and continuous, the bullets chipping the building in all quarters.  Our light was from a candle jammed into a jam tin and set between a couple of sand bags that we used for a table.  Our mate, who had not yet taken his turn on the gun-watch, was inclined to be rather skeptical about our story of the sniper, declaring it couldn’t be possible that Fritzie could be carrying on such work in the very midst of our lines, and that our imaginations had been running riot with us.  We had been playing about three-quarters of an hour when a gust of wind blew the door open, throwing the faint gleam of the candle out in front.  I jumped to close the door, the light blowing out as I did so, and at the same instant I heard a report from the same direction as before.  I closed the door, telling Blaisdell to light the candle.  He fumbled for his matches and lit it, and we were both stricken dumb for the moment; our chum was lying stone dead with a hole squarely in his forehead.  The gentleman in the haystack was surely doing good work for his Kaiser.

Just before daylight we had a call from the O.C., accompanied by three or four men; he had phoned us he was coming.  He wanted all particulars regarding my previous message.  Under cover of the hedge we got to within fifty yards of the stack and everybody was convinced of the certainty of the information I had given, for, as we watched, two more flashes came from the stack.  Not a particle of doubt was left and the officer ordered a bomb thrown into the haystack.  Inside of a minute the red flames began shooting out from all sides, in another minute it was ablaze, and in five minutes we had the joy and satisfaction of hearing the muffled shriek of the soldier who had so well served his Kaiser.

This ended for me a busy first night in the front line.

When the ashes of the fire were searched we found the charred body of a man, the remains of a rifle and a complete set of telephone apparatus, which was traced to our trenches, and from there to the German lines.

Wilhelm for a certainty lost an ace in the haystack.  Besides our chum and heavens knows what others, he had sniped the road along which relief parties were passing up and down; and that same night one of the soldiers of an infantry battalion of the Warwicks, winding its way to the front trenches, got his death from a bullet squarely in the neck; and the Germans having through him gotten an absolutely accurate range, our gun was wiped out by a single shell, together with two members of the crew.