I felt terribly sick at my stomadi; felt certain I
was going to vomit Had it been light I am sure mf
comrades would have seen toe pale. I was weak ; my
knees trembled. I couldn't take my eyes from the
body of that German lying there before me. All the
fight was out of me. For just a brief instant I stood
still, an easy victim for any Hun who might have been
near me. I looked toward Fischer just in time to see
him drive his bayonet into a Gemnan and pull the
trigger at the same time. I saw big McGill stick two
and later found that in the few minutes' battle on the
crater's lip he actually stuck four.
I even took account of how I had handled myself.
As I did so, I realized I had done everjrthing in the
exact manner I had been taught and had myself taught
others. I had driven my bayonet home at the proper
spot I had yelled at the German as I thrust. I had
shown hate. I had withdrawn exactly as taught
Everything had been, automatic with me. I had had
the bayonet drill so thoroughly ground into my system



94 KILTIE McCOY

that I did all these things in that exciting moment
without ever thinking of one of them.
