At other times, when opening trenches that had served as cemeteries for Turks, they had hacked into repulsive bits of pulp exhaling an insufferable odor.

Self-defense had obliged the legionaries to live with their faces on a level with the corpses that were piled up in the vertical yard of removed earth.
"The dead are like the truffles in a pie," said the South American.

"An entire day I had to remain with my nose touching the intestines of a Turk who had died two weeks before....

No, war is not _chic_, Captain, no matter how much they talk of heroism and sublime things in the newspapers and books." Ulysses wished to see the three musketeers again before leaving Salonica, but the battalion had broken camp and was now situated several kilometers further inland, opposite the first Bulgarian lines.
The enthusiastic Blanes had already fired his gun against the assassins of Roger de Flor.
In the middle of November the _Mare Nostrum_ arrived at Marseilles.

Its captain always felt a certain admiration upon doubling Cape Croisette, and noting the vast maritime curves opening out before the prow.