We were put there for the purpose of announcing "Heinie" if he should call again.
The boys started to fall and all that was heard was, "I'm hit," or "Heinie got me."
And Heinie with fingernails growing where his collar button should be?
But that grinning, simple-looking Heinie may not be as foolish as he appears.
Thought yours could hop further than my little Heinie, didn't you?
Evidently some bold Heinie had chucked them over to make sure of the job in case the machines hadn't.
Once I was out on patrol alone, having sent my man back with a message, when I encountered a Heinie.
He had just arrived in his new home (or hole) when "Heinie" duplicated the order, which hit on the edge of the first hole.
Some of us were detailed to put "Heinie" out and it was no easy job, for every "Heinie" had a machine gun.
"Heinie" started to send over everything he had, in the way of shells, high explosives, shrapnel and machine gun bullets.