Artillery fragments

Usage examples of shrapnel.

The British batteries turned their attention away from them, and began to search the ridge with shrapnel and prepare the way for the advancing infantry.

Each bomblet released thousands of tiny bits of metal, each traveling faster than a bullet and along with these bits of shrapnel traveled burning white phosphorus.

Here and there were a few scuffs where shrapnel had bounced from the hardened ceramite of the carapace.

Spitmobile guns right past us, Chugger yanks the wheel to the left, and the back end swings around to collide climactically against the front end of the Bronco, sending a precious shrapnel of bouncing snare drums, splintering guitars, squirming black cables, and jury-rigged electronics.

And on the Iceshelf I had been hurt three times -- twice cut from shrapnel after white mines had killed buddies, once lanced from a long-range sniper -- that final wound serious enough to bring in a priest who all but demanded that I accept the cruciform before it was too late.

Sarah pulls down the sheets covering Daud, unbuttons his pajama tunic, exposing the slack white chest mottled with pink shrapnel scars.

But the smell which hung over the battery, which stood between barracks and gun positions, between the computer and the shrapnel trenches, and scarcely moved its supporting leg, the smell which, as Harry and everyone else knew, was projected neither by rats nor by crows, which arose from no drain and hence from no errancy, this smell was wafted, regardless of whether the wind was working from Putzig or Dirschau, from the harbor-mouth bar or from the open sea, by a whitish mound blocked off by barbed wire and situated to the south of the battery.

It was loud and I could hear the shrapnel hitting the grass and trees around me.

In vain the great gun exploded its huge shell with its fifty pounds of lyddite over the ridges, in vain the smaller pieces searched every cleft and hollow with their shrapnel.

To right to left, behind and before, the British shells burst, lyddite and shrapnel, crashing and riving.

Up there where the shrapnel was spurting and the great lyddite shells crashing they could dimly see a line of bearded faces and the black dots of the slouch hats.

Two other divisions and the cavalry stood round, alert and eager, like terriers round a rat-hole, while all day the pitiless guns crashed their common shell, their shrapnel, and their lyddite into the river-bed.

It appeared as if a shell with a contact fuse had gouged a shallow hole in the stone and the shrapnel had ripped out gouges which radiated in all directions from the center crater.

The explosion tore the winning probe to bits, sending more metal scything in every direction, and the detonation and flying shrapnel ripped apart the wing of the accompanying probe, hurling it to the ground.

A piece of shrapnel had cut through the RPG screen covering the upper portion of the hootch and had almost taken off his head.