Shrapnel tore through the cotton shirt into her skin and bones, ravaging Zemen's neck and back.
Not exact matches
Shrapnel and glass
tore through his legs, sinus cavity and right eye, and twisted like a corkscrew through his right cheek.
He had spit blood and hot metal into his hand, put the
shrapnel in his pocket, and later showed it to his worried brother, who burst into
tears and clutched him in a bear hug when they were reunited in Captain Francis's tent, where George sat with his feet propped on a trunk and a cigar stuck in his bandaged face.
From explosions you can trace the individual pieces of
shrapnel entering the body, watching the bones break, flesh and ligaments
tear.