F. Britten Austin, Battlewrack
“ The battery hurled out its stream of death in absolute immunity. No enemy shell came to seek it. The fog veiled its target.Beyond that battery was another, in the open like the first, almost wheel to wheel with it. And beyond that, another and yet others, an endless chain of them, all scorning concealment, all firing as fast as sweating, straining men could load and pull the lever. From behind came the prolonged, heavy, linked detonations of yet other batteries of more weighty metal. Overhead the rumble and rush of hurrying shells was as the sound of heavy traffic. ”
