plaster-and-timber

Updated: April 30, 2025

With the wet back of one hand he tried to wipe it off his face, but the grit, when he rubbed it, hurt his skin, made tender by the rain. He swore long and whiningly, half aloud. His rifle felt as heavy as an iron girder. They entered a village of plaster-and-timber houses.

John Dos Passos - Three Soldiers