Fighting the Frenchman

Defending myself from a frenchman. (I do not like this one and it was much worse than i wrote down)

The French are in our trenches.  My rifle is jammed or out of ammo or something, I quickly grab what is closest to me as a weapon which is my shovel.  The shovel has a short handle (3 feet perhaps a bit less)  A Frenchman rushes towards me and is about to hit me with the butt of his rifle, he was using it like a club.  I hold the shovel with my right hand near the end of the handle and I swing it violently towards the Frenchman's neck. There is a sick sound that follows and a thud on the ground.  I feel a warm sticky substance on my face, that I believe is blood.

I look down and I grab the Frenchman's rifle and rush towards where there is fighting to be done.