Occupants-officers, sailors, and soldiers in batches, alone or with ladies; white shirts and skirts gleam green in the moonlight-the road-dusty, stuffy, and the pace go-as-you-please; past a lamplit bungalow in the shadows of trees and out into the open again and moonlight and dust-past a motor by the roadside, its owner, in court dress, sweating at its works-dust, moonlight, and black silk-a Whistler by Jove!
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
An air prisoner is always more noticeable than the batches of infantry who come back to our lines after one of our attacks, but there was something unusual in the sight of seventy-three Germans led by a young English soldier from the zone of fire in this latest fighting.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
The first definite news that I had was from German prisoners, who came down in batches, carrying our wounded when any help was needed for our own stretcher-bearers.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs