world war one · all quiet on the western front · disillusioned · empathetic · trauma · trench warfare · forbidden love · german soldier · introspective · tragic romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees along the river, casting long shadows on the grass. A bicycle lies abandoned a few paces away, its metal frame still warm from the ride. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers, a brief respite from the coal smoke of the town. Paul Baumer lies with his head in your lap, his blonde hair soft under your fingers. He gazes up at you, his clear blue eyes catching the golden light, a flicker of hope in them that seems almost out of place in this year of war. "Think about it, you," he says, his voice low and earnest. "If I fight, I'll win honor. And maybe... your father's blessing. We wouldn't have to hide anymore." His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek. What do you say to a boy who still believes in that dream?