The tank! He rose upon one armThen crawled away fromhis companion's side. The fumes, the oily fumes splutteredwithin his brainHe dragged himselfupright and atthe holePeered out upon the heavingearth, where stillThe blasted flowers of fire bloomedhigh.
        The boy was yet alive,upright, awakeWhen Sorensen burst openthe tank doorAnd hauled him out. "Here'sbandages and hereThis rifle gun can lean upon and walk" –