Sniper Shots

After they killed my buddy, I become very dangerous to the, to the enemy. His name was Percy Morin [sic] from Prince Rupert and he could really play piano and sing. He was Native, full Native, but he could really play a piano and sing. We chummed together all through England and got over into France and about halfway through the war I guess. They sent us out to clear a path across this open field so the infantry tanks could go across it. There were a lot of mines in there. That was what we had to do was clear mines and build bridges and things like that. And so, it was daylight they sent, there was me and Percy was in front of me. I was behind, then we had a sergeant behind us and there was this kind of a ditch going parallel with the front line. We crawled down this ditch and Percy turned, he said, “You think we’re far enough? ” I said, “Yeah, I think so.” He said, “Well, I’ll have a look.” He lifted his head up and I heard this clanking noise. He just laid his head there. I waited a few minutes or seconds and hollered to him and he didn’t answer. So I grabbed him by the leg and started pulling him and another bullet went through his helmet. Well, I guess that’s the end of him. So I told the sergeant, “Well, we gotta get out of here.” So while he was turned round he got his ankle shot. I always figured white man was clumsy anyhow. So I pulled a uie in the ditch, had to drag him along with me, to get him back off again, but after that I turned ape. I was out for blood then, no stopping me.