They belonged to a brigade staff, and they were all masked, with tin beast-like nozzles, and they were all stone dead.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
The water got hotter rapidly, and then, seconds later, steam blew out of the nozzles.
"Tangle Hold"
F. L. Wallace
Spent cartridges lay about, and fragments of shell, and here and there shells which had failed to burst until they buried their nozzles in the earth.
"The Soul of the War"
Philip Gibbs