All Quiet On The Western Front Page #6

and 24 hours on the train, we

deserve to have some luck.

I'm Hamacher.

Yeah, that's my name.

I got a crack in the head and they

gave me a certificate stating...

"Josef Hamacher is

periodically...

not responsible for

his actions."

And ever since then, Hamacher has

been having a grand time.

I hope you boys are not too

badly wounded.

The others die off so quickly we

don't have time to get acquainted.

You'll get to know us...

very well.

Thank you.

You too.

I'm sorry, my dear. It's

time to go now.

Yes, sister.

Watch.

If they take his clothes away,

you've seen the last of him.

See? They're taking him to

the dying room.

Dying room?

When you're ready to kick the

bucket, they get you out...

of the way so they can

use the bed.

In the corner of the building

there's a little room...

right next to the morgue!

It's so convenient. It saves

a lot of trouble.

But suppose he gets well?

I've seen a lot of them go

in that dying room...

but nobody ever

comes back.

Sister.

Sister. Sister.

- Is that you ringing, Paul?

- Yes.

- Is something going on?

- I think I have a haemorrhage.

The bandage is all wet. I've been

ringing forever and nobody comes.

I think I'm bleeding.

Sister, get me a sterile dressing

and an ice pack.

- Why didn't someone call me?

- He's been ringing.

Nobody can walk, Sister.

- Sister, is it bad?

- No. No, we'll be all right.

We've got it in time.

What's the matter? What

are you doing?

We must rearrange

your bandages.

Where are you

taking me?

To the bandaging ward.

No, no! I'm not going!

I'm staying here!

Paul! Paul!

- Now, now!

- I'm not going to the dying room!

- We're going to the bandaging ward.

- Why are you taking my clothes?

You're lying to me! But I'll come

back. I won't die!

I'll come back!

I won't die!

I'll come back!

I won't die!

I'm not going to die!

I'll come back!

Sister Libertine, how is he?

Poor boy. They had to

amputate his leg.

Paul. Paul.

Paul.

Oh, he is...

gone.

Gone.

Hello. Welcome home,

Albert!

- How do you fell, kid?

- All right.

But I've got such

an awful pain.

My foot hur...

Hamacher. Did they cut

my leg off?

Of course not! How many did

you have? Two?

You still got them!

One, two!

Don't play the fool, Hamacher.

Tell me truthfully.

Of course not. And

you look fine.

Look. See?

- I won't be a cripple.

- Now, now.

- I won't live like that!

- Be calm.

I'll kill myself the first

chance I get!

Albert!

- I won't live! I won't live!

- Yes, you will.

Albert! Albert!

Albert, I've come back!

I told you I'd come back. Look,

everybody! I've come back!

Paul. Paul.

That's not where I'm going.

I live over there.

Paul, I'm so happy.

Hamacher, I've come back

from the dead!

It's most irregular. Never

happened before.

Albert, get well quickly...

so we can go home soon.

- Everything will be all right now.

- Yes, Paul.

Everything will be all right...

now.

Oh! Paul! Paul!

Paul.

- What's the matter, Paul?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

Paul.

Give me your hanky chief.

- Mother?

- Here I am, Paul. Here I am.

Mother's ill.

- Are you wounded?

- No, Mother. I got leave.

Here I am crying instead

of being glad.

Anna, get down the jar

of blackberries.

You still like them,

don't you?

Yes, Mother. I haven't had

any for a long time.

We might almost have known

you were coming.

- I'm making potato cakes.

- Don't let them burn.

Paul... sit down...

beside me.

My Paul.

My baby.

I almost forgot, Mother. I've got

some little presents for you.

Look, Mother. Bread,

sausage and rice.

Paul, you've been starving

yourself.

Hadn't I better go and tell

father Paul's home?

Paul could watch the things

on the stove.

No, I'm getting up.

Oh, Paul, you're a soldier now,

aren't you?

But somehow, I don't seem

to know you.

I'll take these off,

mother.

I'll get your suit. It's in the

wardrobe, just where you left it.

Are you really here,

Paul?

You won't...

You won't disappear,

will you?

No. I'm here.

Your things are ready

for you, Paul.

I remember when you

caught that one.

Yes. And you took it away from

me, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

We're behind the lines, but we know

how to honour the soldier...

who goes on in spite of

blood and death.

Gentlemen, my son.

- Prosit.

- Prosit.

Cheers.

I'm glad to know you, young man,

I am glad to know you.

How are things out there?

Terrible, eh? Terrible.

But we must carry on.

After all, you do at least get

decent food out there.

Naturally, it's worse here.

Naturally.

But the best for our soldiers all

the time. That's our motto.

The best for our soldiers.

But...

you must give the Frenchies

a good licking!

And, if you boys want to

come home...

let me show you what you must

do before you can come home.

Give us a hand there,

men.

Now, then, there's the line.

Runs so,

in a "V".

Here is St. Quentin. You can

see for yourself.

You're almost through now.

All right?

Shove ahead out there and

don't stick to that...

everlasting French warfare!

Smash through the johnnies! And

then you will have peace.

When you get in it... the war isn't

the way it looks back here.

Oh! You don't know

anything about it.

Of course, you know about

the details...

but this relates

to the whole!

You can't judge that.

Of course, you do your duty

and you risk your life.

But for that, you receive

the highest honour.

I said that every man in the war

ought to have the Iron cross.

First, the enemy lines must be

broken through in Flanders.

- On to Paris! Push on to Paris!

- Right.

No, not in Flanders. I'll tell you

just where the...

break should come.

Here.

The enemy has too many

reserves there.

- I insist upon Flanders!

- Why should they do that...

when they're halfway through

St. Quentin already?

Because Flanders is

a flat country!

- No mountains, no obstructions!

- There's too many rivers there!

From the farms they

have gone;...

from the schools, from

the factories.

They have gone bravely,

nobly, ever forward...

realizing there is no other duty

now but to save the fatherland.

Paul! How are you,

Paul?

Glad to see you,

Professor.

You've come at the right moment,

Baumer! Just at the right moment.

And as if to prove all have said,

here is one of the first to go.

A lad who sat before me on

these very benches...

who gave up all to serve in the

first year of the war...

one of the iron youth who have made

Germany invincible in the field.

Look at him... sturdy and bronze

and clear-eyed.

The kind of soldier every one

of you should envy.

Oh, lad, you must

speak to them.

You must tell them what it means

to serve your fatherland.

- No, I can't tell them anything.

- You must, Paul.

Just a word... Just tell them how

much they're needed out there.

Tell them why you went and

what it meant to you.

I can't say anything.

You can remember some deed of

heroism, some touch of nobility.

Tell about it.

I can't tell you anything

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