One, swinging in the wind, stood out more sharply than the others, pierced like a sieve a hundred times through and through, and a void in the place of his heart.

Another specter, quite near, had doubtless long since disintegrated, while held up by his clothes.

At the time when the shadow of night began to seize us in its greatness a wind arose, a wind which shook the desiccated creature, and he emptied himself of a mass of mold and dust.

One saw the sky's whirlwind, dark and disheveled, in the place where the man had been; the soldier was carried away by the wind and buried in the sky.
Towards the end of the afternoon the piercing whistle of the bullets was redoubled.

We were riddled and battered by the noise.