Item 05: M.C. Evans war diary, 16 June-8 November 1917 - Page 60
heard the whine of the bullet, thinking it was someone accidently firing his rifle or a cartridge carelessly put in an incinerator. I murmured to myself "Damn silly trick" & went to sleep. Thus do we comment upon tragedy unknown.
The results of that solitary shot - so common a sound - were a number of men digging on the hill above our camp this morning and this afternoon, a burial party, three tolleys, the glint of bayonets at the "present"