His face is drawn tight, and his features look disheveled and crazed. Yellow flames leap out of the forest at the advancing soldiers. The line lurches, its parts staggering ahead of each other as the troops all run. The youth is unconsciously at the lead. Bullets fly all around.
Shells scream overhead.
Men, hit by flying metal, fall in agony. As the men run, the features of the enemy become clear. They can see a battery and the men working at it. The enemy infantry are still concealed by gray walls and smoke. The scene seem hyper-real to Henry.