All Quiet on the Western Front Page #3

Advance.

Lie down!

Ready...

Stand up!

You.

Again.

Again!

Baumer.

Again.

Again.

You'll pay for this, Baumer.

Rirle. Fill your pack.

No, no, Corporal.

You must keep

your eyes open, Corporal.

Attack!

Lay down.

Your training days are over.

You are soldiers now

in the Imperial Army.

In the front lines you will

understand the value and the purpose

of all you've learned here,

everything your officers

have taught you.

Their ways have sometimes

seemed harsh to you,

for the lessons

they taught you in this camp.

They've taught you to be soldiers.

To be soldiers

in the service of Almighty God,

the Kaiser and the Fatherland.

Right... face.

Forward... march.

Forward... march.

Open up.

Shoulder weapons.

Right face.

Board the train.

No smoking.

No smoking.

Fifth company, get down.

Hold up.

Second Company.

This way. Fall out, two ranks.

So... Here you are.

It's the custom to assign

one old hand to every new platoon.

You're the new platoon.

I'm the old hand.

I'll teach you practic...

Listen to me, boy.

I'll teach you practical things.

And how to kill Frenchies.

First we'll give you hot food,

let you get some sleep,

Tonight.

Frenchie wants to say hello.

You just stick close to Kat,

and move when I tell you to move.

Get down. Off the road.

Take cover. Off the road!

Shoot the wounded horses!

Shoot them!

Shoot them, can't you?

Shoot them.

Hey! You're crazy?

You want to kill somebody?

Get down.

Why? What have they done?

They haven't done anything.

Using horses is wrong.

It's wrong killing horses.

Come on, let's go, boys.

Get up.

Up. Come on, boys.

Everybody here?

Huh? Link up, boys.

A taste of the real thing.

You'll get used to it.

You ready?

All right.

Well, you're almost getting

to be soldiers now.

You stick with Kat

and you'll be all right.

'We have been at the front

for a year. We are soldiers now.

'We know this place well.

'We are at home.

'Only Kemmerich is dead but we keep

hearing about others in our class;

'dead, wounded.

'If a shot comes,

all we can do is duck,

'because we can never know

where it will fall.

'I can be smashed to bits

in a bomb-proof dugout,

'of I can survive ten hours

unscathed out in the open.

'Of course, every soldier believes

in chance and trusts his luck.

'But no soldier outlives

a thousand chances.

'We call them corpse rats.

'They have shocking evil faces

and even on our empty stomachs,

'it is nauseating

to see their long naked tais.

'The bait is bread,

so rotten even we won't eat it.

'they'll come among us

to snatch them away.

'It's a way to pass the time.'

Gas masks. Gas masks.

'Gas, the most feared,

most obscene weapon of all.

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