The Red Badge of Courage
He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging implike around the fires (2.34).
The lieutenant of the youth's company was shot in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that a nervous laugh went along the regimental line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home (4.18).
A mounted officer displayed the furious anger of a spoiled child. He raged with his head, his arms, and his legs (4.27).