Our Paris Letter
A Jack Johnson burst over the shell hole into which Pat and Mike had crawled. “Oi’ve been shot in the foot,” said Pat. Mike immediately placed Pat on his shoulder and started for the hospital. On his way there another shell took off Pat’s head. Arriving at the first aid station, the sentry hailed Mike.
“No use bringing any dead men in here,” he said. “That fellow’s head has been shot off.”
“Why, the son-of-a-gun,” exclaimed Mike, “he told me it was his foot.”
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