The orders came sharp and clear through the roar of the cannon and the shriek of the shells.
As we watched our young gun captain, we saw his set face grow even more determined, and we knew that he had got his sight to suit him and that he was about to fire the gun.
With a gesture of disgust he threw down the firing lanyard.
"It's no go," he said, "that cartridge will have to come out." We looked at one another; it was a serious moment.

The bombardment was now at its height, and the thunderous roaring of the guns was increasing with every passing second.

Above and around us the vicious reports of the "Yankee's" five-inch rapid-firers seemed like one continuous volley.
A hoarse cheer came from a nearby ship, proclaiming the landing of some favored shot.
"Hurry, fellows," shouted "Hay" in an ecstasy of impatience.

"Lively there; we're missing all the sport.".