Sepp was sitting on the edge of his hatch looking down there with binoculars. I asked what he could see, and he turned to me to answer. As he did so, he was shot directly through the throat; because I was looking at him, I saw the bullet emerge from the back of his neck, causing a spray of blood and tissue. He remained upright, and another bullet hit him in the chest, causing a lot of matter to shoot out of his back, along with shreds of his uniform. He was literally shot to pieces in front of me.
I guess that ultimately spared Sepp the trouble of a treason trial from his fellow Belgians after the war.
