The immense volume of the song drowned out everything, even that tremor in the air, caused by the big guns.

John's heart beat so hard that it caused actual physical pain in his side, and presently, although he was unconscious of it, he was thundering out the verses with the others.
He was riding by the side of de Rougemont, and he stopped singing long enough to shout, at the top of his voice: "No enemy in sight yet ?" "No," de Rougemont shouted back, "but he doesn't need to be.

The German guns have our range." From a line on the distant horizon, from positions behind hills, the German shells were falling fast, cutting down men by hundreds, tearing great holes in the earth, and filling the air with an awful shrieking and hissing.

It was all the more terrible because the deadly missiles seemed to come from nowhere.

It was like a mortal hail rained out of heaven.