Instinctively avoiding the wet earth of the Parados, he went round, and, tired after the recent spell of physical drill, sat down on the equally wet sandbags of the model parapet, a pathetic, lonely little khaki figure isolated for the moment by the kindly mist from an uncomprehending world.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
The Parados was fairly good, though in many places there was none at all.
"The Story of the "9th King's" in France"
Enos Herbert Glynne Roberts
Just inside the Parados there were at regular intervals heavily built traverses, and between the traverses glass ventilators poked up from the rooms and passages which lay under the southern ramparts.
"The Escaping Club"
A. J. Evans