We Have So Much To

Monotonously The Lorries Sway, Monotonously Come The Calls, Monotonously Falls The Rain. It Falls On Our Heads And On The Heads Of The Dead Up The Line, On The Body Of The Little Recruit With The Wound That Is So Much Too Big For His Hip; It Falls On Kemmerich's Grave; It Falls In Our Hearts.

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

Strange How Complicated We Can Make Things Just To Avoid Showing What We Feel!

We Have So Much To Say, And We Shall Never Say It.

No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances. But Every Soldier Believes In Chance And Trusts His Luck.