From In Our Time (1925) by Ernest Hemingway

While the bombardment was knocking the trench to pieces at Fossalta, he

lay very flat and sweated and prayed oh jesus christ get me out of here.

Dear jesus please get me out. Christ please please please christ. If you'll

only keep me from getting killed I'll do anything you say. I believe in you

and I'll tell every one in the world that you are the only one that matters.

Please please dear jesus. The shelling moved further up the line.

We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and

the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back

at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rossa

about Jesus. And he never told anybody.