My arms were beginning to ache and the sweat to trickle down my spine.

My right boot had rubbed my heel.

We left the river behind us and then, suddenly, my right hand began to slip off the iron handle of the stretcher.
"We'll have to put it down a moment," I said.

We laid it on the ground and at the same instant a bullet sang so close to my ear that I felt it as though an insect had bitten me.
Then a shell, exploding, as it seemed to us, amongst the very cottages where we had just been, startled us.
"We saved our man," said the Feldscher, looking at the soldier, "but we'd better move on.

It's uncomfortable here." We picked the thing up and started again, and at once my hand began to slip away from its hold (nightmare sensation exactly).