"The Marine platoon...were on their feet and charging before the last wreckage pattered down; some of it struck their helmets as they pounded through."
-SM Stirling, On The Oceans Of Night (New York, 2000), Chapter twenty-Four, p. 496.
I am in haste to go out for the evening so I cannot post at length but I was unable to resist making this comparison. Before I finished reading this sentence, I expected some rubble to hit the Marines' helmets. Why? See here.