Those bullets seemed very sociable but I didn't care to meet up with any of them, so I kept on traveling on high gear.

None touched my skin, though some skinned pretty close.
"On the way back it seemed the whole war was turned on me.

One bullet passed through my trousers and it made me hop, skip and jump.

I saw a shell hole six feet deep.

Take it from me I dented it another six feet when I plunged into it.