A man with a bristling beard sits up. Everyone is excited; why should he report himself?

“You?”

“Yes. I was annoyed because we were waked up unnecessarily and lost my senses so that I did not know what I was doing.”

He talks like a book.

“What is your name?”

“Reinforcement-Reservist Josef Hamacher.”

The inspector departs.

We are all curious. “But why did you say you did it? It wasn’t you at all.”

He grins. “That doesn’t matter. I have a shooting license.”