An excerpt from Menin Gate South: In Memory and In Mourning by Paul Chapman
In a letter to Paul's family a comrade wrote,"A machine gun played upon us apart from shrapnel and shell fire above and Paul fell saying 'Arthur I'm hit!' I was ordered to go with the rest, but ran back to pull him into a less dangerous spot. To our delight we found the bullets had merely grazed the skin, and got just through the edge of his right-hand trouser pocket! Consequently we both caught up our company and took possession of an empty trench, only to find the Germans creeping along it from our left. They got another wretched machine gun to play, enfilade fashion, upon us and poor Paul was shot through the eye. He died instantly without any pain whatsoever. We cleared out the enemy with the help of the Suffolk's but had to relinquish the position at midnight, owing to insufficient men (38 out of well over 100). There was just time however to see to burying and we laid your son to rest, together with many other poor 'Ranger.'"