I suppose I might as well tell my story (I might have posted this before, dunno)...
Alright, I admit it. I slept on guard duty. I regret nothing.
My two comrades had gone out as part of a patrol that night, leaving me behind to hold down the
fort foxhole. Keep in mind this was sometime between 12:00am to 4:00am. I sat in the foxhole staring off into space for awhile, then I decided to cover the bottom of the foxhole with a shelter-half. Next came placing my haversack behind my head. Then I covered myself with a blanket. And then... I was out cold (literally and figuratively).
I was awoken by a member of the returning patrol. Rather than just telling me to wake up, he said something in what I presumed was... Spanish... So, not knowing why he was speaking Spanish to me, I slowly lifted my body, rubbed my eyes, and went on as before... except awake.
Come to find out, as I spoke with my comrades later on, he had been speaking in... German. Probably thinking it would scare the crap out of me. Well, so much for that idea. lol