July 3 - Just as we were ready to board the light train for work at 7 o'clock a.m. Fritz sent a (long range) shell over our heads and to the back of the camp. It was our first experience under shell fire. We all thought sure we were crushed when we heard the screetch (sic) of it over us. Two or three more came in close order but they did not have such a bad effect on the nerves as the first.