Dear my beloved wife,
I miss you so much and life here on the western front is much different than anything I had ever expected. I miss your food so much since all I eat here are bully beef, tack biscuits, tea and sugar and tough breads. I highly regret leaving you and I may have left you forever by the time you get this. The Great War is too extreme. I hope I can come back with enough money for u to live in peace. If it weren’t for the German’s new artillery and weaponry taking over. Good thing I have many allies to fight against these monsters. Germany is taking over too many countries but I’m glad it hasn’t taken Australia. These are unfortunately the main reasons I had to go and I’m sorry I had to leave you.
Coming into France, I was put
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The Germans have decided to launch a Spring offensive attack on our side sending most of their troops to our side trying their best to break the stalemate and flank our other troops on the Western front. No matter how many bullets we fire, their side has too many troops running at us.
The stench of the dead bodies around me is horrid as they have been exposed to the sun and heat for several days slowly rotting away. Swarms of rats and insects leaving behind their filth. The trench is full with mud every day and efforts to fix that are nearly useless. This is because of the fact that the French, who had occupied this part first buried their dead into the bottoms and sides. Every stroke of the pickaxe seems to encounter a new body. My feet swell up more and more every day. I can’t feel them anymore and I almost wish that my feet have been cut off. But of course the intolerable pain and agony will come to haunt me. All or four feet are disgusting but I’ve been hearing men cry and scream by having their feet and legs amputated. I hope I can come home to you soon and leave this dirty warzone. You will get my next letter very soon and if you don’t, I cannot guarantee that I will be home soon or ever. Keep living and I’ll be right here
All Quiet on the Western Front is a book written by Erich Maria Remarque. It was a book written to reflect the human cost of war. It shows us how war has a hidden face that most people do not see until it is too late. In the novel, he describes a group of young men who at first think war is glorious. But as the war drags on, the group discovers how war is not all it is set out to be. As the war went on, they saw their friends either die or be permanently wounded. Then the end comes when there was only one person left.
He used to take me out quite a bit and when he went away to training he wrote to me. I don’t remember the date, it must have been 1915. He went overseas and four days later his head was blow off around Berlin, somewheres in Germany. He was killed. So I remember that and I remember soldiers desperate and I remember ... I don’t know—that’s why I’m beginning to hate wars, beginning to find out and reason with myself that there is no reason for it. We’re intelligent human beings. Can’t we find our ways and means of trying to live with us, ourselves and our neighbours, and our country with other countries’
Please forgive me. There’s so many stories I wish to tell you. I could write a book about war if I weren't so occupied with the thought of coming home to you. That’s all I carefor as of this
Paul Bäumer's leave from the war is an opportunity for him to see life removed from the harshness of war. As he makes the journey home, the closer he gets the more uncomfortable he feels. He describes the final part of his journey, "then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar." (154) Rather than being filled with comfort at the familiarity of his homeland, he is uneasy. War has changed him to the extent in which he can no longer call the place where he grew up home. Bäumer visits with his mother and recognizes that ideally this is exactly what he wanted. "Everything I could have wished for has happened. I have come out of it safely and sit here beside her." (159) But ultimately he will decide that he should have never gone on leave because it is just too hard to be around his family and see how different he has become. Bäumer finds that it is easier to remain out on the war front than return to his family.
Lewis Milestone’s “All’s Quiet on the Western Front”, based on Erich Remarque’s novel, is an incredibly disturbing and effective anti-war film. The grainy black and white film is still not outdated and carries a breathtaking initial impact. The prologue that introduces the film gives its anti-war intentions immediately and beautifully.
During his leave, perhaps Baumer’s most striking realization of the vacuity of words in his former society occurs when he is alone in his old room in his parents’ house. After being unsuccessful in feeling a part of his old society by speaking with his mother and his father and his father’s friends, Baumer attempts to reaffiliate with his past by once again becoming a resident of the place. Here, among his mementos, the pictures and postcards on the wall, the familiar and comfortable brown leather sofa, Baumer waits for something that will allow him to feel a part of his pre-enlistment world. It is his old schoolbooks that symbolize that older, more contemplative, less military world and which Baumer hopes will bring him back to his younger innocent ways.
Paul Bäumer, the narrator and protagonist in All Quiet on the Western Front, is a character who develops extensively within the course of the novel. As a young man, he is persuaded to join the German Army during World War I. This three year ordeal is marked by Paul's short, but tragic trek into adulthood as he learns to cope with the trials and tribulations of war. In the wake of a struggle which claims millions, Paul loses his precious innocence as he is further isolated from society and engulfed by bloodshed. Paul's evolution throughout the novel is a result of his having to adapt in order to survive.
Paul told the story of the war as it happened to him. The reader is taken from the front line, to a catholic hospital, to his home while he is away on leave. His story tells of the sacrifice the soldiers gave defending their country. It also tells of the difficulties of losing friends, killing another man, and going day after day without much, if any, sleep. He died in October of 1918, just before the war ended. His death was described as this, "...his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come."
I have just received your letter about considering joining the German army and fighting in this god awful war. From my tone already you should notice that I completely disagree with your thinking and am going to try my hardest to persuade you not to come out and fight.
Life on the Western Front During World War One A dispassionate look at the numbers of the horrendous casualties sustained by the armies of the Allies and the Central Powers on the Western Front in WW1, clearly indicate that these casualties figures are far inferior to what might be anticipated if, indeed, total war had reigned in every location, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, and along all the 475 miles of trenches that extended from the North Sea to Switzerland. A couple of simple examples will readily make the case. Imagine two front-line trenches separated by only 20 to 30 yards of ‘No Man’s Land’ (in some extraordinary situations, distances were even less). A determined and prolonged effort by a few hand-grenade bombers on either side could make any hope of a sustained tenancy quite impossible. Again, given the accuracy and rapidity which trench mortars could be deployed against routinely manned trenches (one battalion per 1,000 yards) and their associated dug-outs, a quite short, but determined, and mutually hostile, barrage could readily reduce both trench systems to total ruin.
One of the worst things about war is the severity of carnage that it bestows upon mankind. Men are killed by the millions in the worst ways imaginable. Bodies are blown apart, limbs are cracked and torn and flesh is melted away from the bone. Dying eyes watch as internal organs are spilled of empty cavities, naked torso are hung in trees and men are forced to run on stumps when their feet are blown off. Along with the horrific deaths that accompany war, the injuries often outnumber dead men. As Paul Baumer witnessed in the hospital, the injuries were terrifying and often led to death. His turmoil is expressed in the lines, “Day after day goes by with pain and fear, groans and death gurgles. Even the death room I no use anymore; it is too small.” The men who make it through the war take with them mental and physical scarification from their experiences.
I yell, “Ready positions!” but we immediately have to take cover as planes fly low shooting into the trenches. A line of enemy troops sprint towards us. I signal to fire, providing cover while five of our men rush to set up the machine gun.
Dear Mum, How are you getting on? I hope Dad's cold is better. Send my best wishes to everyone! I am writing to you from the barracks of our regiment. My training is going well; I have many good friends here, and although the training I have been getting is necessary, I cannot wait to finish it, and get out to the Front. because the chances are that the war will be over within a few months, and I want to get a good chance to have my go at the Boche. & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; & nbsp ; All kinds of rumours are spreading through the regiment about things that the Boche are doing.
As I look up into the darkening sky I hear help coming. The soldier helping me soon told me that my leg would have to be a...
Over the course of this essay, I will present the reader with information on Kant’s Deontology, including, but not limited to, explaining how Immanuel Kant discerns what is morally right and morally wrong. I will then apply these criterion to case number two, and attempt to accurately portray what Kant’s Deontology dictates is the morally correct response. Following this determination, I will show the reader that although Kant’s moral reasoning will lead us to a definitive answer, we should not be so quick to accept it. Interestingly enough, he seems to lead us to what would generally be the correct answer, but perhaps not in the given circumstance and not for the right reason.