All Quiet On The Western Front Page #2

are glad to see you.

What did you say?

- I was going to say...

- Never mind!

What's the matter with you?

When you address your superior

officer, say "sir"!

- Where'd he get such a nice uniform?

- Any mail for us, Himmie?

- Quiet!

- My dear fellow, you're shouting.

Ah, come on, Himmelstoss.

We know ya. Take off the

false whiskers.

- I believe you mean it!

- You'll find out that I mean it.

But only three days ago you

were our postman.

Silence!

Come back here!

Line up!

Line up! Get in some kind

of a line!

All of you! Line up,

I say!

What a pretty sight that is!

Have you never heard

of standing in line?

You make a fine mess of it.

Well, I'll have to

teach you.

We'll append the whole

day on it, huh?

You may be stupid but

I'm used to that.

And then there'll be plenty

of other things too.

Oh, I'll not neglect you.

You're not much to

begin with...

but I'll do my best.

I see that we have come here with

a slight misunderstanding...

and we'll correct that,

too, won't we, huh?

And the first thing to do is to forget

everything you ever knew.

Everything you ever learned,

forget! See?

Forget what you've been and what

you think you're going to be.

You're going to be soldiers,

and that's all!

I'll take the mother's milk out of you!

I'll make you hard-boiled!

I'll make soldiers out of you

or kill you!

Now... salute!

Detachment... lie down!

Head down!

Keep your head down,

Baumer!

Detachment... get up!

Now sing!

Do you call that singing?

Detachment, halt!

So... we have no spirit, huh?

We are in no mood

for recreation.

Work is what we want.

Good!

Then we'll go back

to work!

Detachment... lie down!

Keep your head down!

Now sing!

Men... halt!

Order, arms!

Inspection at 3:
00.

Dismissed!

Oh, that swine! That means

we get no time off.

It will take four hours to get

ready for inspection.

- I'd like to know what's in his mind.

- He hasn't got any!

I'm gonna cut him open sometime

and find out!

He's too thick-skinned.

He won't cut.

This is the fourth time he's made

me disappoint that poor girl.

Arms!

Order, arms!

Left shoulder, arms!

Squad right. To the right,

march!

Left, left, left, left.

Follow right,

march!

Squad, left march!

Forward... march!

Detachment...

halt!

Present arms!

Himmelstoss.

Excellent work. They're going up

front tomorrow.

- I recommend leave till midnight.

- Very good, sir.

Left, left, left.

Detachment...

lie down!

Crawl forward!

He spoiled our leave. I'll never

forgive him for that.

- The rat!

- Leave till midnight.

It'll take till midnight to

dry our clothes.

There goes the filthy

ape now.

While we slave over this mud, he

goes off to have a few drinks!

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