Quotes from Chapter 5: All Quiet on the Western Front
For each quote, summarize the quote and comment on what is being said. Do you agree? What’s surprising about what is said? What does it remind you of?
Quote Summarize Comment
“And then what?”
A pause. Then Haie explains rather awkwardly: “If I were a non-com. I’d stay with the Prussians and serve out my time.”
“Haie, you’ve got a screw loose, surely!” I say.
“Have you ever dug peat?” he retorts good-naturedly. “You try it.”
Then he pulls a spoon out of the top of his boot and reaches over into Kropp’s mess-tin.
“It can’t be worse than digging trenches,” I venture.
Haie chews and grins: “It lasts longer though. And there’s no getting out of it either.”
“But, man, surely it’s better at home.”
“Some ways,” says he, and with open mouth sinks into a day-dream.
I’m not completely sure about what they are saying but I think they are talking about the war and if they would rather be at home. I think that Haie thinks that it is better being in the war, and that he says its better being at home. I think that the hidden meaning in this quote is that Haie really would rather be at home since it says at the end that his mouth opens and he sinks into a day-dream.
You can see what he is thinking. There is the mean little hut on the moors, the hard work on the heath from morning till night in the heat, the miserable pay, the dirty labourer’s clothes.
“In the army in peace time you’ve nothing to trouble about,” he goes on, “your food’s found every day, or else you kick up a row; you’ve a bed, every week clean underwear like a perfect gent, you do your non-com’s duty, you have a good suit of clothes; in the evening you’re a free man and go off to the pub.”
Haie is extraordinarily set on his idea. He’s in love with it.
“And when your twelve years are up you get your pension and become a village bobby, and you can walk about the whole day.”
He’s already sweating on it. “And just you think how you’d be treated. Here a dram, there a pint. Everybody wants to be well in with a bobby.”
They are saying that everyone wants to get out of the army, and become a bobby or a police officer, since everyone wants to liked by them. It’s like that in the army too because when it’s peace time, you have nothing to worry about, you have enough food every day and you can go to the bar when ever you want to. But during the war, its different, it’s horrible. I think this means that being a police officer is like being a soldier in some ways.
Kropp feels it too. “It will go pretty hard with us all. But nobody at home seems to worry much about it. Two years of shells and bombs—a man won’t peel that off as easy as a sock.”
We agree that it’s the same for everyone; not only for us here, but everywhere, for everyone who is of our age; to some more, and to others less. It is the common fate of our generation.
Albert expresses it: “The war has ruined us for everything.”
He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.
We sit opposite one another, Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby coats, cooking a goose in the middle of the night. We don’t talk much, but I believe we have a more complete communion with one another than even lovers have.
We are two men, two minute sparks of life; outside is the night and the circle of death. We sit on the edge of it crouching in danger, the grease drips from our hands, in our hearts we are close to one another, and the hour is like the room: flecked over with the lights and shadows of our feelings cast by a quiet fire. What does he know of me or I of him? Formerly we should not have had a single thought in common— now we sit with a goose between us and feel in unison, and are so intimate that-we do not even speak.
This means that when they were 18 they had all these dreams and ideas about the world and they romanticized the war, but when they got there, their dreams were shattered because it was nothing compared to what they had thought it was going to be. Then they talk about the fact that this war is all those two men need to have in common two be closer then any lovers or family, because all they have is each other, and they have both experienced the same thing (war) that will change their lives forever. I think that this was a very good quote. I liked how they talked about how the two men were like lovers because they were so close and didn’t have to say anything at all.
Choose your own: Approximately 40 words
He goes off. Things become quieter, but the cries do not cease. “What’s up Albert?” I ask.
“A couple of columns over there got it in the neck.”
The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly.
“Wounded horse,” says Kat.
It’s unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.
I think that this means that the way the horses are crying is unbearable and so sad that he compares it to “the moaning of the world.” I thought that this was really good writing and it shows you how terrifying it is to be in a battle.