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All Quiet on the Western Front
by Erich Maria Remarque
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We have to go up on wiring fatigue1. The motor lorries roll up after dark. We climb in. It is a warm evening and the twilight2 seems like a canopy3 under whose shelter we feel drawn4 together. Even the stingy Tjaden gives me a cigarette and then a light.
We stand jammed in together, shoulder to shoulder, there is no room to sit. But we do not expect that. Müller is in a good mood for once; he is wearing his new boots.
The engines drone, the lorries bump and rattle5. The roads are worn and full of holes. We dare not show a light so we lurch6 along and are often almost pitched out. That does not worry us, however. It can happen if it likes; a broken arm is better than a hole in the guts7, and many a man would be thankful enough for such a chance of finding his home way again.
Beside us stream the munition8-columns in long files. They are making the pace, they overtake us continually. We joke with them and they answer back.
A wall becomes visible, it belongs to a house which lies on the side of the road. I suddenly prick9 up my ears. Am I deceived? Again I hear distinctly the cackle of geese. A glance at Katczinsky--a glance from him to me; we understand one another.
He nods. "It will be attended to when we come back. I have their number."
Of course Kat has their number. He knows all about every leg of goose within a radius11 of fifteen miles.
The lorries arrive at the artillery12 lines. The gun-emplacements are camouflaged13 with bushes against aerial observation, and look like a kind of military Feast of the Tabernacles. These branches might seem gay and cheerful were not cannon14 embowered there.
The air becomes acrid15 with the smoke of the guns and the fog. The fumes16 of powder taste bitter on the tongue. The roar of the guns makes our lorry stagger, the reverberation17 rolls raging away to the rear, everything quakes. Our faces change imperceptibly. We are not, indeed, in the frontline, but only in the reserves, yet in every face can be read: This is the front, now we are within its embrace.
It is not fear. Men who have been up as often as we have become thick skinned. Only the young recruits are agitated18. Kat explains to them: "That was a twelve-inch. You can tell by the report; now you'll hear the burst."
But the muffled19 thud of the burst does not reach us. It is swallowed up in the general murmur20 of the front: Kat listens: "There'll be a bombardment to-night."
We all listen. The front is restless. "The Tommies are firing already," says Kropp.
The shelling can be heard distinctly. It is the English batteries to the right of our section. They are beginning an hour too soon. According to us they start punctually at ten o'clock.
"What's got them?" says Müller, "their clocks must be fast."
Three guns open fire close beside us. The burst of flame shoots across the fog, the guns roar and boom. We shiver and are glad to think that we shall be back in the huts early in the morning.
Our faces are neither paler nor more flushed than usual; they are not more tense nor more flabby--and yet they are changed. We feel that in our blood a contact has shot home. That is no figure of speech; it is fact. It is the front, the consciousness of the front, that makes this contact.
The moment that the first shells whistle over and the air is rent with the explosions there is suddenly in our veins22, in our hands, in our eyes a tense waiting, a watching, a heightening alertness, a strange sharpening of the senses. The body with one bound is in full readiness.
It often seems to me as though it were the vibrating, shuddering23 air that with a noiseless leap springs upon us; or as though the front itself emitted an electric current which awakened24 unknown nerve-centres.
Every time it is the same. We start out for the front plain soldiers, either cheerful or gloomy: then come the first gun-emplacements and every word of our speech has a new ring.
When Kat stands in front of the hut and says: "There'll be a bombardment," that is merely his own opinion; but if he says it here, then the sentence has the sharpness of a bayonet in the moonlight, it cuts clean through the thought, it thrusts nearer and speaks to this unknown tiling that is awakened in us, a dark meaning--"There'll be a bombardment." Perhaps it is our inner and most secret life that shivers and falls on guard.
To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly25, inescapably into itself.
From the earth, from the air, sustaining forces pour into us--mostly from the earth. To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles26 his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and often for ever.
Earth!--Earth!--Earth!
Earth with thy folds, and hollows, and holes, into which a man may fling himself and crouch27 down. In the spasm28 of terror, under the hailing of annihilation, in the bellowing30 death of the explosions, O Earth, thou grantest us the great resisting surge of new-won life. Our being, almost utterly31 carried away by the fury of the storm, streams back through our hands from thee, and we, thy redeemed32 ones, bury ourselves in thee, and through the long minutes in a mute agony of hope bite into thee with our lips!
At the sound of the first droning of the shells we rush back, in one part of our being, a thousand years. By the animal instinct that is awakened in us we are led and protected. It is not conscious; it is far quicker, much more sure, less fallible, than consciousness. One cannot explain it. A man is walking along without thought or heed;--suddenly he throws himself down on the ground and a storm of fragments flies harmlessly over him;--yet he cannot remember either to have heard the shell coming or to have thought of flinging himself down. But had he not abandoned himself to the impulse he would now be a heap of mangled33 flesh. It is this other, this second sight in us, that has thrown us to the ground and saved us, without our knowing how. If it were not so, there would notice one man alive from Flanders to the Vosges.
We march up, moody34 or good-tempered soldiers--we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.
An indigent35 looking wood receives us. We pass by the soup-kitchens. Under cover of the wood we climb out. The lorries turn back. They are to collect us again in the morning before dawn.
Mist and the smoke of guns lie breast-high over the fields. The moon is shining. Along the road troops file. Their helmets gleam softly in the moonlight. The heads and the rifles stand out above the white mist, nodding heads, rocking barrels. Farther on the mist ends. Here the heads become figures; coats, trousers, and boots appear out of the mist as from a milky36 pool. They become a column. The column marches on, straight ahead, the figures resolve themselves into a block, individuals are no longer recognisable, the dark wedge presses onward37, fantastically topped by the heads and weapons floating on the milky pool. A column--not men at all.
Guns and munition wagons38 are moving along a cross-road. The backs of the horses shine in the moonlight, their movements are beautiful, they toss their heads, and their eyes gleam. The guns and the wagons float past the dun background of the moonlit landscape, the riders in their steel helmets resemble knights39 of a forgotten time; it is strangely beautiful and arresting.
We push on to the pioneer dump. Some of us load our shoulders with pointed40 and twisted iron stakes; others thrust smooth iron rods through rolls of wire and go off with them. The burdens are awkward and heavy.
The ground becomes more broken. From ahead come warnings: "Look out, deep shell-hole on the left"--"Mind, trenches41"-- Our eyes peer out, our feet and our sticks feel in front of us before they take the weight of the body. Suddenly the line halts; I bump my face against the roll of wire carried by the man in front and curse.
There are some shell-smashed lorries in the road. Another order: "Cigarettes and pipes out." We are near the line.
In the meantime it has become pitch dark. We skirt a small wood and then have the front-line immediately before us.
An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline from one end to the other. It is in perpetual movement, punctuated42 with the bursts of flame from the nozzles of the batteries. Balls of light rise up high above it, silver and red spheres which explode and rain down in showers of red, white, and green stars. French rockets go up, which unfold a silk parachute to the air and drift slowly down. They light up everything as bright as day, their light shines on us and we see our shadows sharply outlined on the ground. They hover43 for the space of a minute before they burn out. Immediately fresh ones shoot up in the sky, and again green, red, and blue stars.
"Bombardment," says Kat.
The thunder of the guns swells44 to a single heavy roar and then breaks up again into separate explosions. The dry bursts of the machine-guns rattle. Above us the air teems45 with invisible swift movement, with howls, pipings, and hisses47. They are smaller shells;--and amongst them, booming through the night like an organ, go the great coal-boxes and the heavies. They have a hoarse48, distant bellow29 like a rutting stag and make their way high above the howl and whistle of the smaller shells. It reminds me of flocks of wild geese when I hear them. Last autumn the wild geese flew day after day across the path of the shells.
One of them pauses, and quivers a little. Immediately a second is beside him, a black insect is caught between them and tries to escape--the airman. He hesitates, is blinded and falls.
At regular intervals50 we ram51 in the iron stakes. Two men hold a roll and the others spool52 off the barbed wire. It is that awful stuff with close-set, long spikes53. I am not used to unrolling it and tear my hand.
After a few hours it is done. But there is still some time before the lorries come. Most of us lie down and sleep. I try also, but it has turned too chilly54. We know we are not far from the sea because we are constantly waked by the cold.
Once I fall fast asleep. Then wakening suddenly with a start I do not know where I am. I see the stars, I see the rockets, and for a moment have the impression that I have fallen asleep at a garden fête. I don't know whether it is morning or evening, I lie in the pale cradle of the twilight, and listen for soft words which will come, soft and near--am I crying? I put my hand to my eyes, it is so fantastic, am I a child? Smooth skin;--it lasts only a second, then I recognise the silhouette55 of Katczinsky. The old veteran, he sits quietly and smokes his pipe--a covered pipe of course. When he sees I am awake, he says: "That gave you a fright. It was only a nose-cap, it landed in the bushes over there."
I sit up, I feel myself strangely alone. It's good Kat is there. He gazes thoughtfully at the front and says: "Mighty56 fine fire-works if they weren't so dangerous."
One lands behind us. Some recruits jump up terrified. A couple of minutes later another comes over, nearer this time. Kat knocks out his pipe. "We're in for it."
Then it begins in earnest. We crawl away as well as we can in our haste. The next lands fair amongst us. Two fellows cry out. Green rockets shoot up on the sky-line. Barrage57. The mud flies high, fragments whizz past. The crack of the guns is heard long after the roar of the explosions.
Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave.
Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be. So that the helmet should be of some use I stick it on his behind;--not for a jest, but out of consideration, since that is his highest part. And though there is plenty of meat there, a shot in it can be damned painful. Besides, a man has to lie for months on his belly58 in the hospital, and afterwards he would be almost sure to have a limp.
It's got someone pretty badly. Cries are heard between the explosions.
At last it grows quiet. The fire has lifted over us and is now dropping on the reserves. We risk a look. Red rockets shoot up to the sky. Apparently59 there's an attack coming.
Where we are it is still quiet. I sit up and shake the recruit by the shoulder. "All over, kid! It's all right this time."
He sees his helmet and puts it on. Gradually he comes to. Then suddenly he turns fiery61 red and looks confused. Cautiously he reaches his hand to his behind and looks at me dismally62.
I understand at once: Gun-shy. That wasn't the reason I had stuck his helmet over it. "That's no disgrace," I reassure63 him: "Many's the man before you has had his pants full after the first bombardment. Go behind that bush there and throw your underpants away. Get along --"--"
He goes off. Things become quieter, but the cries do not cease. "What's up, Albert?" I ask.
"A couple of columns over there got it in the neck."
The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly.
"Wounded horses," says Kat.
It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish64, filled with terror, and groaning65.
We are pale. Detering stands up. "God! For God's sake! Shoot them."
He is a farmer and very fond of horses. It gets under his skin. Then as if deliberately66 the fire dies down again. The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably. Detering raves67 and yells out: "Shoot them! Shoot them, can't you? damn you again!"
"They must look after the men first," says Kat quietly.
We stand up and try to see where it is. If we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps68 moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop69 away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled70 in them and falls, then he stands up again.
Detering raises up his gun and aims. Kat hits it in the air. "Are you mad--?"
Detering trembles and throws his rifle on the ground.
We sit down and hold our ears. But this appalling71 noise, these groans72 and screams penetrate73, they penetrate everywhere.
We can bear almost anything. But now the sweat breaks out on us. We must get up and run no matter where, but where these cries can no longer be heard. And it is not men, only horses.
From the dark group stretchers move off again. Then single shots crack out. The black heap convulses and then sinks down. At last! But still it is not the end. The men cannot overtake the wounded beasts which fly in their pain, their wide open mouths full of anguish. One of the men goes down on one knee, a shot--one horse drops--another. The last one props74 itself on its forelegs and drags itself round in a circle like a merry-go-round; squatting75, it drags round in circles on its stiffened76 forelegs, apparently its back is broken. The soldier runs up and shoots it. Slowly, humbly77, it sinks to the ground.
We take our hands from our ears. The cries are silenced. Only a long-drawn, dying sigh still hangs on the air.
Then only again the rockets, the singing of the shells and the stars there--most strange.
Detering walks up and down cursing: "Like to know what harm they've done." He returns to it once again. His voice is agitated, it sounds almost dignified78 as he says: "I tell you it is the vilest79 baseness to use horses in the war."
We go back. It is time we returned to the lorries. The sky is become brighter. Three o'clock in the morning. The breeze is fresh and cool, the pale hour makes our faces look grey.
We trudge80 onward in single file through the trenches and shell-holes and come again to the zone of mist. Katczinsky is restive81, that's a bad sign.
"What's up, Kat?" says Kropp.
"I wish I were back home." Home--he means the huts.
"We'll soon be out of it, Kat."
He is nervous. "I don't know, I don't know--"
We come to the communication-trench and then to the open fields. The little wood reappears; we know every foot of ground here. There's the cemetery82 with the mounds83 and the black crosses.
That moment it breaks out behind us, swells, roars, and thunders. We duck down--a cloud of flame shoots up a hundred yards ahead of us.
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twilight
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guts
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acrid
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fumes
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milky
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knights
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| 骑士； （中古时代的）武士( knight的名词复数 )； 骑士； 爵士； （国际象棋中）马 | |
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trenches
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hoarse
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tapering
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