H. Kingsley-Long, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3824… (19th and 20th century)
“ Behind the line of red earth lay the British, each man with his rifle cuddled lovingly to his shoulder, a useless weapon that yet conveyed a sense of comfort. The shells were bursting with hideous accuracy—sharp flashes of white light, a loud report and then a murderous rain of shrapnel. ”
