"The courier fired a few shots through the wall with his Colt 45, but the suffering rascal rolled down and then away and he disappeared. I grabbed hold of my carbine and a hand grenade from which the courier removed the safety and ran out to keep the rest at bay, who we assumed were behind the hut.
I caught sight of a straggler in the woods a few meters away and I fired a shot at him and he took cover. A small part of his upper body, however, remained visible when curiosity or vengeance got the better of him and I pointed him out to the courier; he pulled out his rifle. Then there was another bang and the bugler fell back and was on the ground..."