Westfront 1918 Page #2

It's not the same in the trenches.

Quiet!

Hello! Hey!

Stop for a moment, will you?

What is this? It's my turn now!

Again!

Have you ever seen

something like that?

I'll play alone.

A little bit...

- No, I want to play, too.

- You? - Yes.

Ah, then we'll both play.

Well, good.

He fell down!

He can't even sit on a chair!

- Can we play together?

- Play together?

Let's play it once more.

Good, let's play it once more.

- Now come on, come on, play!

- Yes, yes, I'll play.

- Come on! I was only joking!

- Joking?

Come on, now.

We'll play something else.

Let's play another piece.

Hello! What's it like out there?

We will stick it out.

When are you getting to Paris?

Why don't you drop in our

regular haunt?

What miserable existence! You can't

get anything with that money.

You have to get something on the

quiet. If not, you kick the bucket.

Can't you leave those kids at home?

They will catch a cold.

At home? Mother works all day

in the factory.

Hey, hey!

Can't you queue up

like the others?

What's the matter, silly cow?

Don't push!

- Say... Adolf? Is he dead?

- Yes, he is.

So what? Do you think mine

is alive?

That's not reason to push.

Go back. Get going!

Make way.

He stocked up.

- Surprised, eh?

- Of course, they live.

Wasn't that you son Karl?

Where? - There.

I can't leave now that...

I've been waiting here all morning.

Do you?

Go on kissing.

Go on.

Go on kissing!

Why aren't you kissing?

Take the blanket off.

Do it!

One-two...

An order for line up?

Who's that?

You?

You too?

Tomorrow morning.

Now... Get out!

I'm dog tired.

Like the pickled herring...

All gone since yesterday morning.

It's terrible what they do with us.

It's not my fault.

Forget it and make some coffee.

SOLD OU Is he really coming?

But... What's the matter?

Mother!

Karl!

It's really you?

That's all for you.

What's the matter with you?

It would have been better

to stay out there.

Don't say thing like that.

What's wrong?

Oh, mother...

It's not my fault.

These are hard times.

The butcher Willi from downstairs.

Sometimes he brings me

something...

You know mother how it is.

From what should we live?

Of course, the people out there

don't have a clue.

If somebody is hungry,

the others are too.

They stick together.

All for one...

Take the coffee.

But what a woman do

all by herself

in this terrible town.

All alone.

Stay with us and have

some coffee.

How was it?

Everything's OK.

But it goes too long.

I already have some.

Try...

It tastes good.

From a place in Vaudin

for three Mark fifty.

My friend, the student,

he got himself a girl.

What did your friend do?

He'll marry her.

I've heard everything

in the corridor.

Make his bed.

You've been away from home

too long.

Exactly eighteen months

and nine days.

One shouldn't leave the women

by themselves that long.

No one shouldn't.

Is it my fault?

Is it anyone's fault, Karl?

Are you coming tomorrow to

have lunch with me?

We are all in trouble, mother.

Tell me something nice.

Leave me alone.

Why don't you make peace

out there?

Hark! What stirs in the castle now?

What do my black ears perceive?

Is it just a deer in the vale

that I hear?

And overhead the roaring waterfall.

Hush! What is approaching

the castle?

A horseman descends

from his steed.

Knocks already at the gate.

"Oh, Good God! It's my son!"

"Where then is mine mother...

The twelfth.

...who so heartily wept for me?"

"Thine mother, she was kind,

who rests now in the earth."

Thereupon the son took the sword,

and stabbed it in his father's heart.

"Oh, son... Oh, son...

Do spare me.

Your mother died for thee."

Then, once more he took the sword,

and stabbed it into his own heart.

Deserted lies now

the house and yard.

Everything rests in the graveyard.

To whom are you writing?

I'm writing to mother.

You blockhead.

Dear homeland, all hail.

In the distance, all hail you.

All hail from afar.

Dear homeland, all hail.

Next shift to the sap-trench.

Come on. Quick!

A grenade, take cover!

Watch out!

Comrades!

Christ, they hit Fritz.

Ambulance.

Children, we get five of them

back. Hurry up!

The gas!

I've got to leave at 10:30

then I'll just about make it.

There's some coffee left.

I can get it refilled on the way.

You seem happy...

Yes, I really look forward

to that trench.

In three minutes.

To the student and the other

comrades...

Funny, isn't it?

I guess if you are together for

so long in that ditch...

Forgive me.

Sometimes I'm surprised myself.

You have behaved just like

you were made of stone.

That I have been so damn lucky.

If you had told me off at least.

Can you fasten it?

But I can't talk to you about it.

Now, we are set again for

the trench.

Now...

Good-bye.

Are you leaving like this

what can I do?

I'm a human being.

I'm your wife!

Leave it...

It's got to be.

You can't go like this!

There's no time.

Don't cry, it's no use.

Come, come, come.

They should be grateful to us.

If this continues,

there won't be a soul left

in two weeks.

Don't go, wait!

What's the matter with you, girl?

I don't want to leave.

I don't want to go away.

Where is my friend, the student?

Yes, I tell him. Let's go.

Tell him... I'm Bayaume.

I wait for Monsieur Otto.

He must write, tell him.

Bayaume.

You understand?

To the depot.

Since midnight

heavy devastating fire

on the whole section.

One moment, Major.

Where are they shooting at now?

- To the back, lieuntenant.

- To the back, Major.

Yes!

It's none of your business.

They are trasmitting over

the entire division quarters.

That doesn't matter if these

gentlemen get their share.

Karl is back!

Hello, you look very smart.

How was it at home?

- How should it have been?

- That's very nice of you

to have come back just when

this mess starts again.

- Is the lieutenant here?

- On the phone.

Since when are you in trouble?

Third day.

Yes, Major.

Major, I repeat.

All the information confirm

our assumption

that the enemy will assume

the offensive this morning.

Yes, Sir.

Do you hear?

That's fine with me.

We fire right to the back

let them have it.

The General himself?

At your orders, General!

If I'm alone in the dug-out?

Straight away!

Make a move.

- Hello August.

- Hi Karl.

No, no. Later.

Where's the student?

Heads down!

Where's the student?

Out there.

Since when?

Since last week.

That's him!

No, that's a Frenchman.

Listen how he screams.

He has been screaming like

that for two days.

But nobody can go there.

I go. - Don't go, it's a Frenchman.

They can get them themselves.

And what if it's the student?

But, I have seen him...

I crawled past him when

I was on patrol.

Where did he get hit?

Nowhere...

He lies in the water.

I can't take this.

But listen...

He'll stop.

- I get him today.

- Save your skin, for God sake.

Can't you hear what's going on?

We can't let him rot away

out there.

Look out, the lieutenant.

Who's here?

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