spot where the affair happened and reporting the torn tunic we decided that it must have been a stray shot from the enemy’s lines. After answering all their questions, and they did not treat the affair as a culpable one, or a mistake, but just as an unfortunate accident, I returned to the trench stopping again for a few minutes to chat to Major Wainwright. I don’t think I was very upset but my main feeling was of sorrow that his life should have been thrown away on such a fruitless errand, and of thankfulness that I had escaped.
During the afternoon Sergt. Wilcox a most unpopular Sergt of 8 Platoon came along chipping at a wooden cross he was making for Marshall and said “We are going to fetch Jim’s body in to-night will you come” and show us where he is”. I said “Right” and when it was