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All Quiet On The Western Front
(JUNE 17, 1929)
All Quiet On The Western Front--Erich Maria Remarque. "We" are
the older soldiers (Tjaden, Westhus, Detering, Katczinsky) and the
19-year-old ones (ex-students all: Kropp, Muller, Leer, and
"myself"--Paul Baumer). We are at the Western Front.
We are in our dugout. The Front cages us in. The barrage gets
heavier. An attack must be coming. Shells howl, flash, bang. Our
own hands tremble but we must watch the new recruits. They are mere
children with narrow shoulder, so terrified they cannot control
their bowels. One of them has a fit, runs outside. Result: the
trench gets plastered with lumps of flesh, bits of uniform.
Suddenly the noise ceases. We run out. The French storm-troops
are 100 yards away. It is not against these men we fling our bombs.
It is against Death, ow visible, hunting us down. They keep coming,
we fall back to our second line while our artillery mows them down.
We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we
counter-attack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off.
He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts form his neck like
a fountain. If all into an open belly. I see a man biting his own
arm. I see another stagger away holding his front in. We regain our
trench. The rats leave our dugout, to fatten on dead and dying in
No Man's Land.
The net effect is feverish horror. Surcease is afforded by Paul's
leave, by a stolen feast, by the men's comradeship, by their tender
care of the absurdly young recruits, by mild affairs with several
motherly prostitutes.
The significance is bitterly condensed in two sentences. At the
Front, murder, "that very crime on which formerly the world's
condemnation and severest penalty fell, becomes our highest aim."
The other sentence. "Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines,
gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades--words, words, but they
hold the horror of the world."