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It was being held - by starved ghosts half of whom had never fired a musket before, with their women and children dying by inches in the shot-torn, stifling barrack behind them, in the certainty that unless help came quickly that entrenchment would be their common grave.

Fiancée 2010

From the moment I'd crossed the ford and tried to reason with Custer, it had been one shot-torn nightmare of struggle up the slope away from those hordes of red fiends, followed by the chaos when our retreat had been caught in the death-grip between Gall's charge and the mounted assault (led, I'm told, by Crazy Horse in person) over the very hill to which we'd been struggling for safety.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

It snapped out from the maintopgallant backstay, a long, shot-torn streamer of sable without device.

Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror: This Forsaken Earth - Paul Kearney Blue Tyson 2009

Then a second and third flying-machine passed between Bert and the American ironclad, dropping bombs also, and a fourth, its rider hit by a bullet, reeled down and dashed itself to pieces and exploded between the shot-torn funnels, blowing them apart.

The War in the Air Herbert George 2006

That deception was enhanced by the huge, shot-torn banner of Spain that he had ordered hoisted at the Espiritu Santo's stern.

Sharpe's Devil Cornwell, Bernard 1992

He stared bleakly at the chart which he had draped over the Espiritu Santos shot-torn binnacle.

Sharpe's Devil Cornwell, Bernard 1992

That deception was enhanced by the huge, shot-torn banner of Spain that he had ordered hoisted at the Espiritu Santo's stern.

Sharpe's Devil Cornwell, Bernard 1992

And now John Company could barely stand up in his shot-torn squares, his pouches and magazines empty, his guns silent, his cavalry lame, and only his bayonets left.

Flashman and the Mountain of Light Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1990

And now John Company could barely stand up in his shot-torn squares, his pouches and magazines empty, his guns silent, his cavalry lame, and only his bayonets left.

Flashman And The Mountain Of Light Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1990

The British roundshot lanced at the column, the shrapnel exploded above it, but still the Frenchmen closed up, marched on, stepped over their dead, and they left a trail of mangled, shot-torn bodies in their wake like a blood-slime beneath the smoke.

Sharpe's Sword Cornwell, Bernard 1983