rifle green

In their midst stands a soldier with the Lebanese armed forces in a red beret, sporting an assault rifle and an unblinking stare.

With the dispersal of the spores the cone shrivels up, and then the stems starts to send out green branches.

There was no fighting; a rifle shot now and then from the crests where we saw our fellows clearly.

The plant as a whole remains green until late in the autumn.

A few, very few, little dots had run back over that green patch—the others had passed down into the world of darkness.

I could see only the stretch of green before me, and I felt as if I must walk on forever, without coming to the end of it.