The Literary Structures of War

Henry Williamson, recalling WWI:

...I see men arising and walking forward; and I go forward with them, in a glassy delirium wherein some seem to pause, with bowed heads, and sink carefully to their knees, and roll slowly over, and lie still...

A warm morning, dewy grass and the warm-fingered sun just beginning to comb the tangled fog.
Some see men going on the "Big Push", many to their doom.
I see the structures of a life:  structured snippets of childhood interecting with footage of the morning sun and fog, creating jumps to memory of vacation mornings at the sea, or by the river.
I sense the incredulity of the individual men as they are forced to let their consciousness give entry to the thunder of gunfire, and watch with unbelieving eyes the structure of the story of their arms and legs give way to a subcutaneous introjection of metallic and shining shards, tumbling towards them like grinning ninjas...
...like a deadly beautiful noise destroying their regime of order...
...like the praying-mantis sentinels of death come to smile at them...
...ah, more structure is yet to come!