But it took eleven hours for these Lancashire men to get up to their support line, and then, worn out by fatigue that was a physical pain, wet to the skin, cold as death, hungry, and all clotted about with mud, they lay in the water of shell-holes for a little while until their officers said, "Our turn, boys," and they went forward through heavy fire and over the same kind of ground, and fought the enemy with his machine-guns and beat him-until they lay outside their last objective and kept off counter-attacks by a few machine-guns that still remained unclogged, and rifles that somehow they had kept dry.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
Fresh from sleep and unclogged with food a man's senses cut like knives.
"Adventures In Contentment"
David Grayson AKA: Ray Stannard Baker
The old fellows seem to remember the old fights better-those fights that were fought when their blood was still young and the vessels thereof unclogged.
"Tomaso's Fortune and Other Stories"
Henry Seton Merriman