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All Quiet on the Western Front
by Erich Maria Remarque
The fields are flat, the wood is too distant and dangerous--the only cover is the graveyard1 and the mounds3. We stumble across in the dark and as though he had been spat4 there every man lies glued behind a mound2.
Not a moment too soon. The dark goes mad. It heaves and raves5. Darknesses blacker than the night rush on us with giant strides, over us and away. The flames of the explosions light up the graveyard.
There is no escape anywhere. By the light of the shells I try to get a view of the fields. They are a surging sea, daggers6 of flame from the explosions leap up like fountains. It is impossible for anyone to break through it.
The wood vanishes, it is pounded, crushed, torn to pieces. We must stay here in the graveyard.
The earth bursts before us. It rains clods. I feel a smack7. My sleeve is torn away by a splinter. I shut my fist. No pain. Still that does not reassure8 me: wounds don't hurt till afterwards. I feel the arm all over. It is grazed but sound. Now a crack on the skull9, I begin to lose consciousness. Like lightning the thought comes to me: Don't faint! I sink down in the black broth10 and immediately come up to the top again. A splinter slashes11 into my helmet, but has already travelled so far that it does not go through. I wipe the mud out of my eyes. A hole is torn up in front of me. Shells hardly ever land in the same hole twice, I'll get into it. With one lunge, I shoot as flat as a fish over the ground; there it whistles again, quickly I crouch12 together, claw for cover, feel something on the left, shove in beside it, it gives way, I groan13, the earth leaps, the blast thunders in my ears, I creep under the yielding thing, cover myself with it, draw it over me, it is wood, cloth, cover, cover, miserable14 cover against the whizzing splinters.
I open my eyes--my fingers grasp a sleeve, an arm. A wounded man? I yell to him--no answer--a dead man. My hand gropes farther, splinters of wood--now I remember again that we are lying in the graveyard.
But the shelling is stronger than everything. It wipes out the sensibilities, I merely crawl still farther under the coffin15, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it.
Before me gapes16 the shell-hole. I grasp it with my eyes as with fists. With one leap I must be in it. There, I get a smack in the face, a hand clamps onto my shoulder--has the dead man waked up?--The hand shakes me, I turn my head, in the second of light I stare into the face of Katczinsky, he has his mouth wide open and is yelling. I hear nothing, he rattles17 me, comes nearer, in a momentary18 lull19 his voice reaches me: "Gas--Gaas--Gaaas--Pass it on."
I grab for my gas-mask. Some distance from me there lies someone. I think of nothing but this: That fellow there must know: Gaaas--Gaaas-- I call, I lean toward him, I swipe at him with the satchel20, he doesn't see--once again, again--he merely ducks--it's a recruit--I look at Kat desperately21, he has his mask on--I pull out mine, too, my helmet falls to one side, it slips over my face, I reach the man, his satchel is on the side nearest me, I seize the mask, pull it over his head, he understands, I let go and with a jump drop into the shell-hole.
The dull thud of the gas-shells mingles22 with the crashes of the high explosives. A bell sounds between the explosions, gongs, and metal clappers warning everyone--Gas--Gas--Gaas.
Someone plumps down behind me, another. I wipe the goggles23 of my mask clear of the moist breath. It is Kat, Kropp, and someone else. All four of us lie there in heavy, watchful24 suspense25 and breathe as lightly as possible.
These first minutes with the mask decide between life and death: is it air-tight? I remember the awful sights in the hospital: the gas patients who in day-long suffocation26 cough up their burnt lungs in clots27.
Cautiously, the mouth applied28 to the valve, I breathe. The gas still creeps over the ground and sinks into all hollows. Like a big, soft jellyfish it floats into our shell-hole and lolls there obscenely.
I nudge Kat, it is better to crawl out and lie on top than to stay where the gas collects most. But we don't get as far as that; a second bombardment begins. It is no longer as though shells roared; it is the earth itself raging.
With a crash something black bears down on us. It lands close beside us; a coffin thrown up.
I see Kat move and I crawl across. The coffin has hit the fourth man in our hole on his outstretched arm. He tries to tear off his gas-mask with the other hand. Kropp seizes him just in time, twists the hand sharply behind his back and holds it fast. Kat and I proceed to free the wounded arm. The coffin lid is loose and bursts open, we are easily able to pull it off, we toss the corpse29 out, it slides down to the bottom of the shell-hole, then we try to loosen the under-part.
Fortunately the man swoons and Kropp is able to help us. We no longer have to be careful, but work away till the coffin gives with a sigh before the spade that we have dug in under it.
It has grown lighter30. Kat takes a piece of the lid, places it under the shattered arm, and we wrap all our bandages round it. For the moment we can do no more.
Inside the gas-mask my head booms and roars--it is nigh bursting. My lungs are tight, they breathe always the same hot, used-up air, the veins31 on my temples are swollen32. I feel I am suffocating33.
A grey light filters through to us. I climb out over the edge of the shell-hole. In the duty twilight34 lies a leg torn clean off; the boot is quite whole, I take that all in at a glance. Now something stands up a few yards distant. I polish the windows, in my excitement they are immediately dimmed again. I peer through them, the man there no longer wears his mask.
I wait some seconds--he has not collapsed--he looks around and makes a few paces--rattling in my throat I tear my mask off too and fall down, the air streams into me like cold water, my eyes are bursting the wave sweeps over me and extinguishes me.
The shelling has ceased, I turn towards the crater35 and beckoning36 to the others. They take off their masks. We lift up the wounded man, one taking his splinted arm. And so we stumble off hastily.
The graveyard is a mass of wreckage37. Coffins38 and corpses39 lie strewn about. They have been killed once again; but each of them that was flung up saved one of us.
The hedge is destroyed, the rails of the light railway are torn up and rise stiffly in the air in great arches. Someone lies in front of us. We stop; Kropp goes on alone with the wounded man.
The man on the ground is a recruit. His hip40 is covered with blood; he is so exhausted41 that I feel for my water-bottle where I have rum and tea. Kat restrains my hand and stoops over him.
"Where's it got you comrade?"
His eyes move. He is too weak to answer.
If he has been hit in the stomach he oughtn't to drink anything. There's no vomiting44, that's a good sign. We lay the hip bare. It is one mass of mincemeat and bone splinters. The joint45 has been hit. This lad won't walk any more.
I wet his temples with a moistened finger and give him a swig. His eyes move again. We see now that the right arm is bleeding as well.
Kat spreads out two wads of dressing46 as wide as possible so that they will cover the wound. I look for something to bind47 loosely round it. We have nothing more, so I slip up the wounded man's trouser leg still farther in order to use a piece of his underpants as a bandage. But he is wearing none. I now look at him closely. He is the fair-headed boy of a little while ago.
In the meantime Kat has taken a bandage from a dead man's pocket and we carefully bind the wound. I say to the youngster who looks at us fixedly48: "We're going for a stretcher now--"
Then he opens his mouth and whispers: "Stay here--"
"We'll be back again soon," says Kat, "We are only going to get a stretcher for you."
We don't know if he understands. He whimpers like a child and plucks at us: "Don't go away--"
Kat looks around and whispers: "Shouldn't we just take a revolver and put an end to it?"
The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb49 and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not - I nod.
He stands still a moment. He has made up his mind. We look round--but we are no longer alone.
We get a stretcher.
Kat shakes his head. "Such a kid--" He repeats it "Young innocents--"
Our losses are less than was to be expected--five killed and eight wounded. It was in fact quite a short bombardment. Two of our dead lie in the upturned graves. We merely throw the earth in on them.
We go back. We trot53 off silently in single file one behind the other. The wounded are taken to the dressing-station. The morning is cloudy. The bearers make a fuss about numbers and tickets, the wounded whimper. It begins to rain.
An hour later we reach our lorries and climb in. There is more room now than there was.
The rain becomes heavier. We take out waterproof54 sheets and spread them over our heads. The rain rattles down, and flows off at the sides in streams. The lorries bump through the holes, and we rock to and fro in a half-sleep.
Two men in the front of the lorry have long forked poles. They watch for telephone wires which hang crosswise over the road so low that they might easily pull our heads off. The two fellows take them at the right moment on their poles and lift them over behind us. We hear their call
"Mind--wire--," dip the knee in a half-sleep and straighten up again.
Monotonously56 the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up in the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is so much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.
An explosion sounds somewhere. We wince57, our eyes become tense, our hands are ready to vault58 over the side of the lorry into the ditch by the road.
Nothing happens--only the monotonous55 cry: "Mind--wire,"--our knees bend--we are again half asleep.
FIVE
Killing59 each separate louse is a tedious business when a man has hundreds. The little beasts are hard and the everlasting60 cracking with one's fingernails very soon becomes wearisome. So Tjaden has rigged up the lid of a boot-polish tin with a piece of wire over the lighted stump61 of a candle.
The lice are simply thrown into this little pan. Crack! and they're done for.
We sit around with our shirts on our knees, our bodies naked to the warm air and our hands at work. Haie has a particularly fine brand of louse: they have a red cross on their heads. He suggests that he brought them back from the hospital at Thourhout, where they attended personally on a surgeon-general. He says he means to use the fat that slowly accumulates in the tin-lid for polishing his boots, and roars with laughter for half an hour at his own joke.
But he gets little response to-day; we are too preoccupied62 with another affair.
The rumour63 has materialised. Himmelstoss has come. He appeared yesterday; we've already heard the well-known voice. He seems to have overdone64 it with a couple of young recruits on the ploughed field at home and unknown to him the son of the local magistrate65 was watching. That cooked his goose.
He will get some surprises here. Tjaden has been meditating66 for hours what to say to him. Haie gazes thoughtfully at his great paws and winks67 at me. The thrashing was the high water mark of his life. He tells me he often dreams of it. Kropp and Müller are amusing themselves. From somewhere or other, probably the pioneer-cook-house, Kropp has bagged for himself a mess-tin full of beans. Müller squints68 hungrily into it but checks himself and says "Albert, what would you do if it were suddenly peace-time again?"
"There won't be any peace-time," says Albert bluntly.
"Well, but if--" persists Müller, "what would you do?"
"Of course. And then what?"
"Get drunk," says Albert.
"Don't talk rot, I mean seriously--"
"So do I," says Kropp, "what else should a man do?"
Kat becomes interested. He levies70 tribute on Kropp's tin of beans, swallows some, then considers for a while and says: "You might get drunk first, of course, but then you'd take the next train for home and mother. Peace-time, man, Albert--"
He fumbles71 in his oil-cloth pocket-book for a photograph and suddenly shows it all round. "My old woman!" Then he puts it back and swears: "Damned lousy war--"
"It's all very well for you to talk," I tell him. "You've a wife and children."
"True," he nods, "and I have to see to it that they've something to eat."
We laugh. "They won't lack for that, Kat, you'd scrounge it from somewhere."
Müller is insatiable and gives himself no peace. He wakes Haie Westhus out of his dream. "Haie, what would you do if it was peacetime?"
"Give you a kick in the backside for the way you talk," I say. "How does it come about exactly?"
"How does the cow-shit come on the roof?" retorts Müller laconically72, and turns to Haie Westhus again.
"Exactly. You've said it."
"Well, there'd be women of course, eh?"--Haie licks his lips.
"Sure."
"By Jove, yes," says Haie, his face melting, "then I'd grab some good buxom74 dame75, some real kitchen wench with plenty to get hold of, you know, and jump straight into bed. Just you think, boys, a real featherbed with a spring mattress76; I wouldn't put trousers on again for a week."
Everyone is silent. The picture is too good. Our flesh creeps. At last Müller pulls himself together and says: "And then what?"
A pause. Then Haie explains rather awkwardly: "If I were a non-com. I'd stay with the Prussians and serve out my time."
"Haie, you've got a screw loose, surely!" I say.
"Have you ever dug peat?" he retorts good-naturedly. "You try it."
Then he pulls a spoon out of the top of his boot and reaches over into Kropp's mess-tin.
"It can't be worse than digging trenches," I venture.
Haie chews and grins: "It lasts longer though. And there's no getting out of it either."
"But, man, surely it's better at home."
"Some ways," says he, and with open mouth sinks into a day-dream.
You can see what he is thinking. There is the mean little hut on the moors77, the hard work on the heath from morning till night in the heat, the miserable pay, the dirty labourer's clothes.
"In the army in peace-time you've nothing to trouble about," he goes on, "your food's found every day, or else you kick up a row; you've a bed, every week clean underwear like a perfect gent, you do your non-com.'s duty, you have a good suit of clothes; in the evening you're a free man and go off to the pub."
Haie is extraordinarily78 set on his idea. He's in love with it.
"And when your twelve years are up you get your pension and become the village bobby, and you can walk about the whole day."
Everybody wants to be well in with a bobby."
"You'll never be a non-com, though, Haie," interrupts Kat.
Haie looks at him sadly and is silent. His thoughts still linger over the clear evenings in autumn, the Sundays in the heather, the village bells, the afternoons and evenings with the servant girls, the fried bacon and barley80, the care-free hours in the ale-house-- He can't part with all these dreams so abruptly81; he merely growls: "What silly questions you do ask."
"What would you do, Tjaden!" asks Kropp.
Tjaden thinks of one thing only. "See to it that Himmelstoss didn't get past me."
Apparently83 he would like most to have him in a cage and sail into him with a club every morning.
To Kropp he says warmly: "If I were in your place I'd see to it that I became a lieutenant84. Then you could grind him till the water in his backside boils."
"And you, Detering!" asks Müller like an inquisitor. He's a born schoolmaster with all his questions.
Detering is sparing with his words. But on this subject he speaks. He looks at the sky and says only the one sentence: "I would go straight on with the harvesting."
Then he gets up and walks off.
He is worried. His wife has to look after the farm. They've already taken away two more of his horses. Every day he reads the papers that come, to see whether it is raining in his little corner of Oldenburg. They haven't brought in the hay yet At this moment Himmelstoss appears. He comes straight up to our group. Tjaden's face turns red. He stretches his length on the grass and shuts his eyes in excitement.
Himmelstoss is a little hesitant, his gait becomes slower. Then he marches up to us. No one makes any motion to stand up. Kropp looks up at him with interest.
He continues to stand in front of us and wait. As no one says anything he launches a "Well!"
A couple of seconds go by. Apparently Himmelstoss doesn't quite know what to do. He would like most to set us all on the run again. But he seems to have learned already that the front-line isn't a parade ground. He tries it on though, and by addressing himself to one instead of to all of us hopes to get some response. Kropp is nearest, so he favours him.
"Well, you here too?"
But Albert's no friend of his. "A bit longer than you, I fancy," he retorts.
Tjaden now opens his eyes. "I do though."
Himmelstoss turns to him: 'Tjaden, isn't it?"
Tjaden lifts his head. "And do you know what you are?"
Himmelstoss is disconcerted. "Since when have we become so familiar? I don't remember that we ever slept in the gutter86 together?"
He has no idea what to make of the situation. He didn't expect this open hostility87. But he is on his guard: he has already had some rot dinned88 into him about getting a shot in the back.
The question about the gutter makes Tjaden so mad that he becomes almost witty89: "No you slept there by yourself."
Himmelstoss begins to boil. But Tjaden gets in ahead of him. He must bring off his insult:
"Wouldn't you like to know what you are? A dirty hound, that's what you are. I've been wanting to tell you that for a long time."
The satisfaction of months shines in his dull pig's eyes as he spits out: "Dirty hound!"
Himmelstoss lets fly too, now. "What's that, you muck-rake, you dirty peat-stealer? Stand up there, bring your heels together when your superior officer speaks to you."
Tjaden waves him off. "You take a run and jump at yourself, Himmelstoss."
Himmelstoss is a raging book of army regulations. The Kaiser couldn't be more insulted. "Tjaden, I command you, as your superior officer: Stand up!"
"Anything else you would like?" asks Tjaden.
"Will you obey my order or not?"
Tjaden replies, without knowing it, in the well-known classical phrase.
At the same time he ventilates his backside.
"I'll have you court-martialled," storms Himmelstoss.
We watch him disappear in the direction of the Orderly Room. Haie and Tjaden burst into a regular peat-digger's bellow90. Haie laughs so much that he dislocates his jaw91, and suddenly stands there helpless with his mouth wide open. Albert has to put it back again by giving it a blow with his fist.
Kat is troubled: "If he reports you, it'll be pretty serious."
"Do you think he will?" asks Tjaden.
"Sure to," I say.
"The least you'll get will be five days close arrest," says Kat.
That doesn't worry Tjaden. "Five days clink are five days rest."
"Well, for the time being the war will be over so far as I am concerned."
Tjaden is a cheerful soul. There aren't any worries for him. He goes off with Haie and Leer so that they won't find him in the first flush of excitement.
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dame
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bellow
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