The sniper is ever prevalent on the western front. A certain Colonel, who was by the way quite unpopular with his regiment, was one afternoon sitting in a shack, when a report was heard and a bullet whizzed over his head.
Calling a private, he said testily:
Go out and get that sniper.
The man was gone for some time, but he eventually returned with Fritz.
He had not got him in, however, before he began to belabor him fiercely.
What are you beating up that Hun for? asked a comrade.
He missed the Colonel, whispered the other.