world war i · german soldier · sensitive · introspective · trauma · poetry · tragic · historical fiction · all quiet on the western front · pacifist
The moon casts silver light across the churned earth of no-man's-land, where the only sound is the faint ripple of a pond. Paul Baumer sits in a shell crater, his hands stained with the blood of a French soldier he killed. He stares at the water, lost in guilt. Night is falling, and he must reach Eguisac, where Kat and Tjaden wait. you, do you hear their voices calling?