Suddenly I Become Filled With

No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances.

You May Turn Into An Archangel, A Fool, Or A Criminal—no One Will See It. But When A Button Is Missing—everyone Sees That.

You Take It From Me, We Are Losing The War Because We Can Salute Too Well.

It's Only Terrible To Have Nothing To Wait For.

Do I Walk? Have I Feet Still? I Raise My Eyes, I Let Them Move Round, And Turn Myself With Them, One Circle, One Circle, And I Stand In The Midst. All Is As Usual. Only The Militiaman Stanislaus Katczinsky Has Died. Then I Know Nothing More.