1 He started blindly through the grass.
2 It remained laughing there in the grass.
3 There was much blood upon the grass blades.
4 Each blade of the green grass was bold and clear.
5 A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
6 Pressing his hands to his temples he went lurching over the grass.
7 He saw his clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank.
8 The men got up grunting from the grass, regretting the soft repose.
9 He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures.
10 As he mused thus he heard the rustle of grass, and, upon turning his head, discovered the loud soldier.
11 He believed he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn over the grass of the fields and on the fallen leaves of the forest.
12 Sometimes he would achieve a position half erect, battle with the air for a moment, and then fall again, grabbing at the grass.
13 The shells, which had ceased to trouble the regiment for a time, came swirling again, and exploded in the grass or among the leaves of the trees.
14 Spread over the grass and in among the tree trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skirmishers who were running hither and thither and firing at the landscape.
15 They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of water from them, and they polished at their swollen and watery features with coat sleeves and bunches of grass.
16 From the many firings starting toward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in making a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their former position and the fence.