She dropped to the sand as a hail of bullets whistled above her head.
Bullets started flying in all directions and I was hit.
His body rejected the bullets, and they popped out of his chest.
During the 140 days of his imprisonment there he wrote the marvellous Iambes (in alternate lines of 12 and 8 syllables), which hiss and stab like poisoned bullets, and which were transmitted to his family by a venal gaoler.
