Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without.

We have lost all sense of other considerations, because they are artificial. Only the facts are real and important to us. And good boots are hard to come by." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 2

No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

Courage is the fairest adornment of youth.