Incoming rounds were so loud as they hit the small trees that they were mistaken for rifle reports and we got chewed out for wasting ammo. Having enough of this situation, FO Campbell called for a real show for us on the west side. We heard the beautiful sound of How batteries 105's. The unmistakable sound of their flight, then an awesome strings of large black puffs of smoke as the shells responded to thir proximity fuses and detonated about 50 feet above the facing slope.

I appeared as if the superb gunners of How Battery had kicked an anthill. With the screams of the wounded and dying all around, the snipers departed the slope and all was quiet on the west until dark. The following nights and days were much like the first. A battle fought, a battle won, the rows of the dead growing. The slopes in front of Fox Company lines covered with still white uniforms.

On about the fourth day as the attack broke off and daylight began to appear, we again witnessed the columns of enemy marching toward the distant saddle to our right to prepare for the next night's assault. The FO Campbell couldn't resist the opportunity to cut down the odds a little bit.