Atkinson told later of two soldiers who went about their radically different tasks with courage and coolness. One of his platoon commanders, Lieutenant Richardson, 5 was shot through the chest and lay huddled behind a tree breathing through the hole the bullet had made:
5 Lt C. H. Richardson, NX141420; 3 Bn . Public servant ; of Canberra; b. Sydney, 7 Aug 1920.
When Richardson was shot, Downes, a country lad, always with his pipe in his mouth, tried to spot the sniper. I went down to bandage Richardson. The sniper had a go at me. The bullet went between my pack and my back and hit my dixie. Downes saw the muzzle blast, moved out into the open to see better, and shot him.
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