We grabbed the limbs sticking out of the rubble and pulled the corpses out. One was missing its head, and the neck sat on the torso like a large bloody fungus. On another shattered bones protruded from the stump on an arm, and the uniform was sodden with blood from a huge chest wound. On a third the innards flowed forth from a body that had been split open. As we were pulling this one out, a splintered board that had stuck in the terrible wound gave resistance, making gruesome sounds.
~Ernst Junger, Storm of Steel