He sees and details in very graphic ways the terrible ways that men are dying around him. "An ecstasy of fumbling, fitting the clumsy helments just in time....floundering like a man in fire or lime....
"He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning..."
"White eyes writhing in his face. His handing face, like a devil's sick of sin..." "Blood come garling from the froth corrupted lungs..."