We came to a wood that looked as if it had been occupied by the
Germans. Sure enough, there was a sentry standing all by himself under
the trees with a rifle in his hands. We were in his direct line, so he
couldn’t help seeing us, but he made not the slightest sound or sign of
being put out. We crept close to have a better squint at him, because
there was something uncommon in the look of him, and then we saw what
was the matter. The poor chap was stone dead: _Corpl. Miller, Army
Service Corps_.