"Now I'm hit!"
"Where?"
"A flesh wound in the arm. Nothing serious."
I am inquisitive enough to ask—
"Does it hurt?"
"I don't feel anything. For the moment there was a burning sensation. My arm is quite stiff."
It is the turn of his other neighbour to ask—
"Shall I dress it for you?"
"No, thanks. I had better get back to the rear."
"In that case, hand me your cartridges."