Sevastopol by Leo Tolstoy

When Miháylof saw the bomb and fell down, he too, like Praskoúhin, lived through an infinitude of thoughts and feelings in the two seconds that passed before the bomb burst. He prayed mentally, and repeated, "Thy will be done. " And at the same time he thought, "Why did I enter the army? and why did I join the infantry to take part in the campaign? Would it not have been better to have remained with the Uhlan regiment at T -- -- , and spent my time with my friend Natásha? And now here I am,". and he began to count "one, two, three, four," deciding that if the bomb burst at an even number he would live, but if at an odd number he would be killed. "It is all over, I'm killed," he thought when the bomb burst (he did not remember whether at an odd or even number), and he felt a blow and a cruel pain in his head. "Lord, forgive me my trespasses! " he muttered, folding his hands; he rose, but fell on his back senseless.

When he came to, his first sensation was that of the blood trickling down his nose and the pain in his head, which was much less violent. "That's the soul passing," he thought. "How will it be there? Lord! receive my soul in peace. Only it's strange," thought he, "that, dying, I should hear so distinctly the steps of the soldiers and the sounds of the firing."