Sunday, July 24. — Men worked on bomb-proofs, and completed them as far as the logs would go. Captain Galucia and two officers of the 57th wounded by a shell. Saw Charlie Amory to-day. Went to see Jones with Raish. Moved to the rear at dark, in old position. Began to rain just after we got there. Sky came down in the middle of the night. On the whole did not enjoy the night much.
[Captain Galucia used to come to me almost every morning with a long face and a piece of a shell in his hand, saying, “Colonel, that fell near me last night.” It got to be quite a joke, and I said, “Galucia is sure to be hit by a shelf some time, they seem to trouble him so much.” In telling this story I do not mean to reflect on his courage at all, as he was a brave man and always did his duty. Sure enough, when he was officer of the day, he was standing with two other officers in front of a bomb-proof underneath an arbor made of green boughs, when a bombshell came over and dropped right into the middle of the arbor. They all tumbled down just as the shell exploded. One of the officers was cut right up the back as if with a knife. The other one was killed, and Galucia had the toes of both his feet pushed back. He suffered from the effect of the wound the rest of his life.]
