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with a steady buzzing
crescendoand burst with a fully expected bang; sometimes a shell
would be released from a distant battery of heavies to roll across a
huge arc of skygathering speed and noise like an approaching express
trainponderous and certain … Some shells whistledothers shrieked
others wobbled through space gurgling like water poured from a
decanter.
The subdued thump of repeating cannon earned them the nick-
name pom-poms; massed infantry fire sounded like tearing cal-
ico; fast-firing Second World War German machine-guns
resembled motor bikes or power-saws. The second half of the
twentieth century has brought sounds of its own. The throaty
roar of enginesthe squeaky rattle of tank tracksthe clang of
long-rod penetrators hitting armourand the reverberating
boom of ground-attack aircraft all combine to assault the sol-
dier’s ears.
234Battle
It is small wonder that the battlefield seems lonely and con-
fusingand that its events are often remembered in an unreal and
disjointed way. William Manchestera US marine NCO in the
Second World Warretained only snatches of the fighting on Ok-
inawa. ‘Some flickers of unreal recollection r [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]in’ he wrote;
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