I wasn't around there at the
time, but the boys at the dressing station told me that them two worked
back and forward getting out the wounded, I think they had about thirty
injured up at that time, as if it was a kind of er summer shower that
was falling, let alone H. E.'s and whizzbangs, and then after they got
the last man out, the M. O. went in with some stretcher bearers, just
lookin' around before he left, and a shell came and got 'em all, and
they say it was about the last shell that was throwed. And that's where
poor Harry Hobbs got his, too. The Pilot went out just a minute before,
and when he came back that's what he saw. They say he was terrible cut
up over the M. O. Funny thing, the M. O.'s face was just as quiet as if
he had gone to sleep, but the rest of the boys, well you could hardly
get 'em together, and the Pilot walkin' up and down there lookin' like a
lost man. We buried 'em right there by Maple Copse. I want to tell
you, sergeant, that that's the hardest job I ever done in this war.
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