It was always the shrapnel with the hideous whine and shriek and its tearing wound that they dreaded most.

The clean little rifle bullet, which if it did not kill did not hurt much, was infinitely more welcome.
"How long will this go on ?" John asked of Bougainville; his voice could be heard as an undertone in the roar of the battle.
"Not long, because at present we have the advantage.

The Germans know that they're worse off in the town than they would be outside.

Our guns are bringing tons and tons of brick and stone about their ears.

Hark to our splendid artillery, Mr.Scott! See how it sweeps Chastel!" The French fire always increasing in volume was most accurate and deadly.