England My England by D.H.Lawrence Short Stories

<p><strong>The lull continued.</strong> Then suddenly came sharp orders and a new direction of the guns and an intense exciting activity. Yet at the center the soul remained dark and aloof alone. But even so it was the soul that heard the new sound: the new deep papp! of a gun that seemed to touch right upon the soul. He kept up the rapid activity at the machine-gun sweating. But in his soul was the echo of the new deep sound deeper than life. And in confirmation came the awful faint whistling of a shell advancing almost suddenly into a piercing tearing shriek that would tear through the membrane of life. *</p>