the numerous halts on the way we could rest the bag on the ground.
We arrived at the trenches without loss and occupied the same places as before and Ben and I were very glad to be in our comfortable nook again and we rigged up a small shelter with the aid of our oilsheets and a rusty old rifle. Nothing of importance happened on Friday. I got through my usual number of rounds firing over their trenches as usual.
On Saturday March 27th, I had an exciting adventure which might have cost me my life and which did cost the life of a good officer and friend. It came about in this way. About 9.30 on this beautiful spring morning I saw Sergt. Marshall cleaning his rifle outside his dug out. I said “Hello Sergeant what are you doing” for usually Sergeants do not fire in the trenches