knock-knock

Updated: August 4, 2026

A string of men was winding past the end of the dust-heap into the dark wood behind it, where they became lost to view. Somewhere in the heart of the wood was the knock-knock of an occasional rifle. So the fight had gone on thither. In front of us was a long gentle hill-slope, gridironed with trenches which broke out above the green grass like the wandering burrow of a mole.

C. E. W. (Charles Edwin Woodrow) Bean - Letters from France