Fields, trees and houses would stand out for a moment, and then be gone absolutely.
John's vivid imagination turned the whole into a storm at night.

The artillery was the thunder and the flare of the searchlights was the lightning.

His mind created, for a little while, the illusion that the combat had passed out of the hands of man and that nature was at work.
He and Fleury ceased to talk and he walked on, thinking little of his destination.

He had no sense of weariness, nor of any physical need at all.
Von Arnheim rode up by his side and said: "You'll not have to walk much further, Mr.Scott.A camp of ours is just beyond a brook, not more than a few hundred yards away, and the prisoners will stay there for the night.

I'm sorry to find you among the French fighting against us.