'All the Dutchmen in the woods are at us, but keep cool and we'll lick 'em.' Roberts crawled into the dugout.

Some of the shots got me, one clipped my head, another my lip, another my hand, some in my side and one smashed my left foot so bad that I have a silver plate holding it up now.
"The Germans came from all sides.

Roberts kept handing me the grenades and I kept throwing them and the Dutchmen kept squealing, but jes' the same they kept comin' on.

When the grenades were all gone I started in with my rifle.

That was all right until I shoved in an American cartridge clip--it was a French gun--and it jammed.
"There was nothing to do but use my rifle as a club and jump into them.