NIGHT FIRING
I can scarcely seo their forms in the shadowed darkness, The-five swift men that silently handlo the gun, But its lean silhouette I see in its menacing starltness. .And I hear their nimble rustling till all is done. Then a stepping hack and the jerk of a form half-turning; The crack of a tube, a pause, and a blinding flash; A. buffeting wave of air from the sudden burning, And a blow; on the naked drums from the shattering crash. The Mack shape reels, and I see the smooth stah of its pistons, And feal from its eteaniing sides the heat of its breath; The soiifii nf the whirling shell dies down in the distance, Silence for us, and, live miles northward—Death. —K. N. Colvile, iu the "Westminster Gazette. , '
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Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 84, 2 January 1918, Page 3
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131NIGHT FIRING Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 84, 2 January 1918, Page 3
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