"How are things going on over your side?"
"Nicely."
"Any shelling?"
"A little this morning. No harm done."
"We cleaned out one bad sniper to-day."
"Ought to have some sandbags up to-night."
"It's a bad place there. They've got a machine-gun trained which has quite a sweep. I asked if the artillery shouldn't put in a word, but the general didn't think it worth while."
"You must run across that break. Three or four shots at you every time. We're gradually getting shipshape, though."
Just then a couple of bullets went singing overhead. The group paid no attention to them. If you paid attention to bullets over the parapet you would have no time for anything else. But these bullets have a way of picking off tall officers who are standing up among their houses. In the course of their talk they happened to speak of such an instance, though not with reference to the two bullets I have mentioned.
"Poor S———did not last long. He had been out only three weeks."