(5) Our first loss

Today, Hugh died. Cigarettes killed him, he didnt die of lung cancer, no, his death was much more sudden. He was on sentry duty last night, and needed a fag. A german sniper saw the glowing end and shot him right through the nose, he never stood a chance. We found him in the morning, lying face up in the mud, a permanent look of shock etched into his facial features, that had not so long ago been smiling allong with us. I shall never 4get that look as long as i live, which may not be very long, living out here. His blood mixed with the mud, making a sickly mixture, that became my responsibility to clear up. It had been Chrisps' responsibility, but he was to busy emptying his guts into the mixture. Not known for his strong stomach, is our Chrisps.