Excerpt: "There was a shell hole where we stopped and in it was a Marine and a German soldier, both dead. Judging from the condition of the trees and ground around the hole, they must have been under very heavy shell fire, and they must have both sought refuge in this same hole. Their rifles were lying beside them. Each held a half-smoked Camel cigarette in his hand. The rest of the package of cigarettes was in one of the Marine's cartridge-belt pockets. They had both been killed apparently from shrapnel from the same shell. Seeing the two men like this reminded me of something that happened up in the old trenches near Verdun. I had crept out to a running stream to get a cup of water. This stream ran through No-Man's Land. Reaching the stream, I knelt down to fill my cup. Just then a star shell went up. Across the stream from me I saw a hand holding a tin cup in the act of filling it. Looking up, I saw a German soldier. He was looking at me. I raised my hand to my lips and said, 'Ssshh!" He nodded. He filled his cup. I filled mine. He went his way and I went my way." Out of Print.