Soldier’s account: comrade killed by explosion, half head gone

The soldier: My birthday. 7 AM. We climbed out of the dugout to smoke. My comrade sat on the steps to the bunker. We lit up. I turned my head — and heard an explosion. I looked back. My comrade was still sitting on the steps, the same position. Except half his head was gone. 3/

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