Then it seemed to Grange that things happened very quickly. He was scarcely halfway back to the blockhouse when a powerful whine of motors began to burrow and thunder through the forest on all sides at once, with the unceremoniousness of a troop of beaters going into a thicket, and suddenly the whole Roof shivered with the tremendous racket of bombs and machine guns.

Julien Gracq, Balcony in the Forest, loc. 395