The first German I saw climbed up over the garden wall. We waited till he got one leg over and then potted him. He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden. Then three more came over further down the wall. We shot them. They all came just like that (29).
Hemingway, Ernest. In Our Time. New York: Scribner, 1996.
Notes: “to pot” = “to hunt” – the German soldier is reduced to an animal; emotional distancing – no expression; garden and death do not seem to go well together