hold all in place.
The third mortar shell fired, I discovered, was coming into the works and I shouted look out, it is coming right into the works.
There was a scampering to get out of the way by the men who were crowded around Hank King and Ben Jones who were issuing a cooked ration.
The shell dropped close beside a sergeant of Company F who lay with his back against the breastwork and his legs sprawled out, fast asleep, unconscious of the danger.
I jumped behind the upright tie and crowdw the shell sizzing away, and the men about it and the sergeant asleep.
It seemed as though it would never burst, as though it were spellbound.
Finally it went off and the sergeant was badly hurt, being hit by many of the balls it contained.
Ben Jones also received a wound in the seat of his pants, and it spoiled our rations which were upset by the rush to cover.
The Rebs continued their mortar practice for some time longer, but did us no more mischief.
Several men were hit by sharpshooter