All Quiet On The Western Front
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- 1930
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"ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT"
accusation nor a confession...
and least of all an adventure...
for death is not an adventure...
to those who stand
face to face...
with it. It will try simply to...
tell of a generation
of men who.
even though they may have...
escaped its shells, were
destroyed...
by the war...
- Thirty thousand.
- From the Russians?
No, from the French.
From the Russians we capture
more than that every day.
Mr. Postman.
War is war and schnapps is schnapps,
and business must go on.
You didn't leave the mail
yet this morning.
Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Meyer.
Hello, Himmelstoss. Anything
for us today?
- No, no, Master Peter.
- Oh, there must be something.
Here, here you go, young lad.
There. This is the last mail
deliver anyhow.
- What?
- You're going in the army?
- Yes, I was called.
I'm a sergeant in the
reserves, you know.
I'll be called my self, if it doesn't
end in a few months.
- It will, though.
- I'm sure you're right, Mr. Meyer.
...defending our country,
our father land.
Now, my beloved class, this
is what we must do.
Strike with all our power.
Give every ounce of strength...
end of the year.
It is with reluctance that I bring
this subject up again.
You are the life of the
fatherland, you boys.
You are the iron men
of Germany.
You are the gay heroes who
will repulse the enemy...
when you are called upon
to do so.
It is not for me to suggest
that any of you...
should stand up and offer
to defend his country.
But I wonder if such a thing is
going through your heads.
I know that in one
of the schools...
the boys have risen up
in the classroom...
and enlisted in a mass.
But, of course, if such a thing
should happen here...
for a feeling of pride.
Perhaps some will say...
that you should not be
allowed to go yet...
that you are too young, that you
have homes, mothers. Fathers...
that you should not
be torn away.
Are your fathers so forgetful
of their fatherland...
that they would let it perish
father than you?
Are your mothers so weak that
they cannot send a son...
to defend the land which
gave them birth?
And after all, is a little
experience...
such a had thing
for a boy?
Is the honour of wearing
a uniform...
something from which
we should run?
in those who wear it...
is that anything to be
ashamed of?
I know you have never desired
the adulation of heroes.
That has not been part
of my teaching.
We have sought to make
ourselves worthy...
and let a claim come
when it would.
But to he foremost
in battle...
is a virtue not to be
despised.
I believe it will he
a quick war...
that there will he
few losses.
But if losses there must be...
then let us remember
the Latin phrase...
which must have come to the
lips of many a Roman...
when he stood embattled
in a foreign land:
"Dulce et decorum est
pro patria mori."
"Sweet and fitting it is to die
for the fatherland."
Some of you may
have ambitions.
I know of one young man who has
great promise as a writer...
and he has written the first
act of a tragedy...
one of the masters.
And he is dreaming,
I suppose...
of following in the footsteps
of Goethe and Schiller...
and I hope he will.
But now our country calls.
The fatherland needs leaders.
Personal ambition must
be thrown aside...
in the one great sacrifice
for our country.
Here is a glorious beginning
to your fives.
The field of honour
calls you.
Why are we here?
You, Kropp, what has
kept you back?
You, Mueller, you know how
much you are needed?
Ah, I see you look
at your leader.
And I, too, look to you,
Paul Baumer...
and I wonder what you
are going to do.
- I'll go.
- I want to go.
Count on me.
- Me too.
- I'm ready.
I'm not gonna stay home!
Follow me!
Enlist now!
- No more classes!
- No more classes!
- Don't be a quitter!
- Come on, Behn!
Stick together. That's what
we've got to do.
- Let's all stick together.
- Come on, Behn.
All right.
All right.
- I'll go.
- That's the way!
Let's go!
Hey! Let's sing!
Come on!
Keep in line there,
soldiers.
Anything you say,
General.
Detail, halt!
Left face!
Get into uniform, ready to
report. Fall out!
I betcha a place like this gets
you in good condition.
You have to be for the
long marches.
I'm gonna get in the
cavalry and ride.
No cavalry for me.
Infantry's where you
see the fighting.
Where are all the guns? That's
what I want to know.
Oh, you don't get a gun for
a long while yet.
If I'm gonna bump off the enemy,
I gotta have some practice.
Bayonet drill. That's
what I want.
You won a medal that
times, Mueller.
You wait. In about a month I'll
be covered with them.
Say, keep your boots
out of my face!
Why, it's an Honor to have those
boots in your face.
They're the best pair in the army!
My uncle gave them to me.
Just look at that special
imported leather.
Put them anyplace you like,
except in my face.
Not even a kitchen maid'll
look at me in this!
Attention!
Well, for the love of...
It's Himmelstoss!
- So it is.
- And all dressed up.
Hello, Himmie. You didn't think you'd
see me again so soon, did you?
- You see my rank?
- Sure.
Fall back, then!
Himmelstoss, we certainly
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!
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
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'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.
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