All Quiet On The Western Front Page #3

Didn't I tell you this was

gonna be a bad one?

I don't mind the days so much.

It's keeping up all night...

Ah, two more days makes

a week, kid.

Then you can say you've

been under fire!

You're not scared, are you?

No. I was just asking.

That's all.

- Wanna play some more?

- Do you?

- Sure.

- All right. My deal.

You better get your boot back

before Oscar eats that!

The kid's all right.

Yeah, yeah. Let him sleep.

He's dreaming.

Oh, God. Can't you see

it's Behn?

He didn't want to

come to war!

No, no.

It isn't Behn.

It isn't Behn!

It's Kemmerick!

It's me!

Shut up, will you? It's bad

enough in here as it is.

Every...

Everything's all right, Franz.

You're dreaming.

You're just dreaming,

I guess.

- Attention!

- At ease.

The barrage is getting worse.

The men in two more

dugouts gone.

However, we'll do our best to get

some food up here by evening.

Stop! Stop!

Let me out!

- What did you do that for?

- Shut up! Grab him.

- No.

- Now hold him.

You all right now?

I think so.

I couldn't hold out

much longer.

- Oh, god, it's Franz!

- Get him over there!

No, he's been hit in the stomach.

He can't have anything to drink.

Get a stretcher.

Where'd they get you,

Kemmerick?

- Here it is, sir.

- Take his head.

All right. Take him out.

- Is it serious, sir?

- I'm not sure.

- Tell the others he's all right.

- Yes, sir.

If we're going to fight,

why don't we fight?

Why don't we go over?

You could go crazy

staying here.

Let's do something!

- Let's go after them!

- Sit down!

If that cook of ours had any guts, he'd

try to bring something through.

He's so far behind the lines he

can't hear the shooting!

- Here's Kat. Get anything?

- Any luck?

- We'll have to split this up among us.

- Something to eat!

We need butter too.

Yes. And dessert. And a feather

bed to sleep on.

- Rats! Rats!

- Rats!

Get out of the way!

What's that?

Come on! Grab your rifles!

Come on!

- Here they come.

- Get your grenades here.

Hurry up. Come on, hurry up.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Back to your own lines!

- Fill it up.

- And hurry up.

I've got other things to do.

I've been waiting for this

for three weeks.

When they all

get here.

What do you want?

Beans, you homely - looking

son of a frog's leg.

- What do you think I want?

- We're hungry.

Shut up! I'll feed you when

you're all here.

- We're all here now.

- Only half the company's here.

Get the rest.

Wake them up.

I wish I could wake them up.

There's 80 of us left.

The rest is in dressing stations

or pushing up daisies.

Eighty? And I cooked for 150!

All right. We'll have enough for

once. Come on. Dish out!

You mean you've cooked

beans for 150...

and you've got bread

for 150...

and sausage for 150, and

tobacco for 150?

Everything! It's all wrong. I should

have been notified.

What a feast!

Everyone gets two issues.

- Get back in line! Get back in line!

- Oh, no!

That won't do.

I can't give 80 men what's

meant for 150.

Listen.

You drew rations for the 2nd

Company, didn't ya?

Yeah.

All right. We're the

I've got my orders.

- Kat's right.

- We're the 2nd Company?

And if only half of us get back,

that's our good luck.

- Come on. Dish it out.

- Come on!

- No!

- Hey!

You're the yellowest baboon that

ever drew a cook wagon...

and you're scared...

it shows.

All we want to hear out of you

is one more little yip...

and we'll cut ya up

and eat ya raw.

Why, you keep your kitchen

so far back of the lines...

we never get anything to eat until

it's cold and we're asleep!

Now, you low-down rat,

get out...

or we wreck the joint!

- Come on! Give us...

- Attention!

At ease.

What's going on here?

He's cooked for 150, sir, and he

only wants to give us half.

- Looks pretty good.

- Yes, sir.

Serve the whole issue.

- The men can use it.

- Yes, sir.

- And bring me a plate too.

- Yes, sir.

All right. Take it all.

Take everything.

Give them honey. Give them

what they want.

- Fill it up!

- Fill it up!

- Don't mind me.

- Oh, that's all right. Don't mention it.

You know...

I could do with some

more beans.

Go help yourself. There's

more ever there.

It's too far.

I wonder, when are we going

back to the front?

Tomorrow.

It's enough to take away

a man's appetite.

You know, if they're gonna march

us in again tomorrow...

we ought to go see how

Kemmerick is.

- That's a good idea.

- Let's do that.

- How far is the dressing station?

- About two miles.

- We could take his things to him.

- Good!

It seemed rotten to think of a thing

like that happening to him...

a nice fellow like

Kemmerick.

Ah, the French certainly deserve to be

punished for starting this war.

Everybody says it's

somebody else.

Well, how do they

start a war?

Well, one country offends

another.

How could one country

offend another?

You mean there's a mountain over

in Germany gets mad...

at a field over in France?

Well, stupid, one people

offends another.

Oh, if that's it, I shouldn't

be here at all.

I don't feel offended.

It don't apply to tramps

like you.

Good. Then I can be going

home right away.

- Ah, you just try it.

- Yeah. You wanna get shot?

The Kaiser and me...

Me and the Kaiser felt just

alike about this war.

We didn't either of us want any

war, so I'm going home.

- He's there already.

- Somebody must have wanted it.

Maybe it was the English.

No, I don't want to shoot

any Englishmen.

I never saw one till

I came up here.

And I suppose most of them never saw

a German till they came up here.

No, I'm sure they weren't

asked about it.

No.

Well...

it must be doing somebody

some good.

- Not me and the Kaiser.

- I think maybe the Kaiser...

wanted a war.

You leave us

out of this.

I don't see that.

The Kaiser's got everything

he needs.

Well, he never had a

war before.

Every full-grown emperor needs one

war to make him famous.

- Why, that's history.

- Yeah, generals too. They need war.

And manufacturers.

They get rich.

I think it's more a

kind of fever.

Nobody wants it

in particular...

and then all at once,

there it is.

We didn't want it. The English

didn't want it.

And here we are fighting.

I'll tell you how it should

all be done.

Whenever there's a big

war coming on...

- You should rope off a big field...

- And sell tickets.

Yeah. And...

And on the big day...

you should take all the kings and

their cabinets and their generals...

put them in the center dressed

in their underpants...

and let them fight it out

with clubs.

The best country wins.

Well, now that Kat's settled everything,

let's go see Kemmerick.

Something interesting might

happen on the way.

Might cheer him up.

Boys, me and the Kaiser want you

back in time to march tomorrow.

Don't forget.

- We'll be back.

- Give the boy my regards.

There he is.

- Hello, Kemmerick.

- How are you?

How's it going?

How are things going? Are they

looking after you all right?

How are they treating you?

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