There came a turbulent stream of men across the fields.

A battery changing position at a frantic gallop scattered the stragglers right and left.
A shell screaming like a storm banshee went over the huddled heads of the reserves.

It landed in the grove, and exploding redly flung the brown earth.

There was a little shower of pine needles.
Bullets began to whistle among the branches and nip at the trees.

Twigs and leaves came sailing down.