All language subtitles for All Quiet on the Western Front (1979)

He's known as Kat but his full name
is Stanislav Katczinsky.

He's the leader of our group and has a
remarkable nose for good food and dirty weather

But most of all for food
when there's none to be had.

My name is Paul Baumer.
I am 18 years old.

A few months ago, six
of us were classmates.

Our heads were stuffed with knowledge,
filled with ideas and hopes.

Josef Behm, who will study theology.

Albert Kropp, who will study law.

Friedrich Müller,
who will study everything.

Franz Kemmerich,
who will be a forester.

Peter Lehr,
who will travel and make love.

We are with our friends:
Tjaden, a locksmith before the war.

The biggest eater of the company.

Haie Westhus, who dug peat for a living.
A good man to have on your side.

And Detering, a farmer who
thinks of nothing but his horses,

His farmyard and his wife.

For months now, we have fought the
French over a hundred yards of earth.

They attack our trench.
We attack their trench.

Then, to keep the score even, they
will attack our trench once again.

What are you doing? Wait.

Over here. Here, over here.

Quick.

You'll be OK.

OK, here we come. Come.

Quick.

Easy.. easy.

It's his leg. He's lucky.

He'll be all right.

He'll be all right.

'You are our Iron Youth.'

'Iron Youth becomes Iron Heroes.'

It is my duty. Uh, it is my honour,

to prepare you for the part
you must play in this great war.

Our homeland has need
of men of character and strong will.

It is my duty to prepare your minds

so you will be better able
to train your bodies

for your Kaiser, for your Fatherland,

for your God.

For upon them rests the fate of the Fatherland.

And upon the fate of the Fatherland
rests the fate of the world.

Germany is the nation of progress,

the nation of culture..

the nation of science,
the nation of ideas..

the nation of Beethoven,

of Schiller, of Goethe..

Baumer.

Sir.

What is that?

A bird, sir.

- A bird?
- Yes, sir.

A lark?

- Yes, sir.
- Very good.

On the window.

- This line..
- The window.

- Very exact.
- Thank you, sir.

But you don't come here to draw,
to write poems. Or to dream.

Do you Baumer?

No.

Sit down.

Gentlemen, you have all passed
your examinations.

As you know, you are graduated.

The time for class is over.

The time for duty has begun.

You are dismissed. Herr Baumer..

You may stay.

Cigarette?

No, thank you, sir.

Oh, you don't smoke.

Well, it is not a good habit.

But all good habits,
makes a dull person.

What do the English say?

- All work and no play makes..
- A dull man.

A dull.. Yes, yes, very good.

So you see, you have learned
something here after all.

There's a time for work
and there's a time for play.

You are graduating, your
time for play is over.

You are a dreamer, Baumer.

You draw little sketches
and write little poems.

But now you're a man,
you have your duties as a man,

your duty to the Fatherland.

Will you wait to be called up
of will you enlist?

Of course you will respond
to your call of duty.

You will all respond.

The entire class will go as one
man to serve the Fatherland.

I know I will be proud of you,
Baumer.

If you could get enough sleep it
wouldn't be a bad little war.

- If you could get enough food ...
- If you could get enough women ...

Come on Heinrich, open up!
We're hungry.

You know the regulations.
You must all be here.

We are here!

Don't lie to me. I've got food for 150 men and
I don't serve until the rest of you get here.

The rest of us are either in the dressing
station or pushing up the daisies.

- Well, I've cooked for 150 men.
- Ah, so then we'll all have enough for once.

- You've got bread for 150 men?
- Yes.

- And sausages? Tabacco?
- Yes, but...

Good, let's have it.

- So let's see. That's enough bread for--
- Double portions.

That's right! Double!

- I can only issue rations to 80 men.
- It's Lt. Bertinck.

- The beans smell delicious, Sergeant.
- Thank you, sir.

It would be nice to see this once
in a while at the front, eh, Katczinsky?

Yes sir, that's right sir.

- Eat hearty.
- Thank you, Lt. Bertinck.

- C'mon belly robber, you heard him.
- Yes, but he didn't say--

Look you. We are the Second Company.
You are the cook for the Second Company.

You didn't make food for 80 men, you've made
food for the Second Company.

And we damn you, we are the Second Company.

- Well, it isn't right.
- C'mon, old horse, stop cheating!

It's not right. It's not right. There
should be a system. This isn't right.

C'mon. Double, double.

'Today is wonderfully good.

'Everyone has eaten for two men
and the mail has come.

'The grasses sway like tall spears.

'The white butterflies
float on the soft warm wind.

'How often in the last few days
have we all come to the edge of death?

'Let's not even think about it.

'Let's just enjoy the world.

'Everything is new and brave.

'Red poppies, the good food,

'cigarettes and the summer breeze.'

Paul? Paul?

We're going to see Kemmerich.

Nurse, can you tell me
where Franz Kemmerich is?

Yes, he's through there.

Franz.

How are you?

Someone stole my watch.

- Bastards!
- I warned you, Franz.

- I know.
- We'll tell the doctor.

You'll be going home soon.

Do you think?

I feel.. I'm all right.

My foot. It's so painful.

It's so cold.

That pain is your ticket home.

You should be grateful
to that pain.

That's right. In a week from now you'll be smoking
cigars and sitting on Frau Hammerschmidt's front porch

Telling big fat lies to Katrina Hammerschmidt.

Here's some smokes
and a piece of cheese from Kat,

and your comb is in the tobacco tin.

Put them under the bed, please.

Hide them.
You know they stole my watch.

Franz, will you be taking
these back home with you?

Why not?

Well, you don't really need
boots back home.

We could trade.

- I've got..
- No! My mother gave me those.

- You could lend them to me?
- No.

You'll be home a lot sooner than us.

That's right, you won't have
to wait for leave now.

Orderly. Orderly!

They don't come. They never come.

We'll get someone.

- It'll be different at home.
- When you return..

- ..We'll be together.
- We'll come tomorrow.

- I'll come tomorrow.
- Thank you. Thank you.

I'll be back.

Make sure you get my watch.

We will.

You think I don't care about Franz.

Of course I care.

If I could save his leg or life, I'd
walk over barbed wire. You know that.

But where he's going,
he won't need his boots.

He won't need anything.

And my boots hurt. They really hurt.

Why should some damn orderly
get his boots

and not one of his friends.

He's right, Paul.

I know.

Very good, Kemmerich.

Very good, Kemmerich.

They've amputated my leg.

Could be worse.

Wegler lost his right arm,
which is very much worse.

Besides, you're going home.

Do you think so?

Of course.

Do you think so?

Once you get over the operation.

I don't think so.

Don't talk nonsense.

I wanted to be a forester once.

You will.

They make wonderful artificial limbs now...

Attach them right to the muscle.

You can do anything.

If you find my watch, send it home.

You'll go to a convalescent home.

Maybe the one in Klosterberg.

Remember how we hiked up there?

Remember the poplars?

The stream full of fish?

Franz, Franz.. When I come back,
we go up to the mountains again.

You can name all the trees for me.

Tell me all about them.

Franz, nothing will change.

We'd be together again.

Franz.

Franz.

Give.. Müller.. my.. boots.

Doctor? Doctor?
Where's the doctor? Doctor!

Doctor!

Where's the doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor! Quickly,
Franz Kemmerich is dying.

Which one's that?

Bed 36, amputated leg.

How should I know that?
I've amputated five legs today.

You see to it.

One operation after another
since five o'clock this morning.

You know today alone there have been sixteen deaths,
yours will be the seventeenth.

There'll probably be twenty
altogether.

We must take him away at once.
We need the bed.

They're lying on the floor outside.

- Don't forget! Change your socks every day!
- Oh Mother!

- Paul.
- Yes, Mrs Kemmerich?

Paul, please, can we speak for a minute?

- I want you to promise me something.
- What, Mrs Kemmerich?

- Look after Franz.
- Of course..

He looks up to you.
He'll do anything you ask, you know?

Make him stay away from danger.
You know how reckless he is.

I'll make sure he behaves himself.

God bless you both.

Maria, Maria.

Look after your brother.

I'll see you soon. Take care.
Bye-bye, Mother, bye-bye.

Right, come on, boys. Wake up!

Let's go. Hey, wake up there.
Come on.

Come on, come on, Come on!

It's beautiful here. Come on.

Let's go. Wake up. Food.

Come on.

Oh, Kat.
I don't know how you do it.

Next time you come with me,

I'll show you how to find food.

When I'm not here,
it'll come in handy.

What? You'll always be here.

Ah, up here
'always' isn't a long time.

Anyway, you'd better learn
so you won't go hungry.

You pay attention to the teacher.

He's coming. He's coming.

What did he want?

Doesn't matter. We're free.

Time for work, for duty.
You will enlist, the entire class.

Of course.
Behm, you too.

- Maybe I can't. My eyes.
- They will.

But not tonight.
Tonight we get drunk.

Iron Youth. Iron Youth.

To Max's!

♪ We'll be the guardians of the Rhine

♪ O Fatherland beloved

Well, well, young men, off to join the army?

- Well, so am I, I've been called up...
- You, Himmelstoss?

- I am in the reserve.
- Himmelstoss is in the reserve.

- I'm going on active duty...
- Himmelstoss on active duty!

Hip, hip, hooray!

You fine young gentlemen...

This is my uniform, do you understand
young gentlemen, this is my uniform!

You fine young gentlemen with your heads
stuffed with garbage from books

Will soon be learning other lessons!

Hooray for Himmelstoss!

Almighty God, we give thanks for
the food you have set before us.

We trust in you to protect the Kaiser and
the Fatherland and all our brave soldiers

And our son, Paul Baumer, who is
soon to serve his Fatherland,

We ask for your protection for Paul Baumer.

Amen.

The war will be over in a few months. The
Russians are finished, the French are crumbling

Our U-boats are starving England, the Americans
will never fight. Victory is in our hands!

I envy you, Paul. You'll march through Paris
with the bands playing, banners flying.

I envy you!

♪ Fatherland beloved

♪ Faithful and true

♪ Along the Rhine we'll stand

♪ Watch o'er the Rhine

♪ Defend our Fatherland.. ♪

♪ We'll be the guardians of the Rhine

♪ O Fatherland beloved

♪ O Fatherland beloved

♪ Faithful and true

♪ Along the Rhine we'll stand

♪ Watch o'er the Rhine

♪ Defend our Fatherland ♪

Left.. face.

Form in three ranks.

Three groups.

At ease.

Gentlemen, you are welcome.

You will be my guests for the next ten weeks.

In those ten weeks you will become German soldiers.

You will leave here to go to your frontline units

Where you will be privileged to
serve the Kaiser and the Fatherland.

Gentlemen, you are welcome!

Good morning, fine young gentlemen.

My name is Himmelstoss. Corporal Himmelstoss.

I'm your training officer.

You'll find I'll be a good teacher
to you. Do you know why?

Because what I teach you,
you will never forget.

Never.

Attention!

At ease.

Attention!

At ease.

Attention!

Right face.

Left face.

Right face.

Forward march.

Left, left, left, left, left.

Left, left, left.

Left, left, left, forward.

Right turn.. march.

Turn! Left! Left! Left!
Left! Left! Stop!

Attention!

Right face!

Eyes front!

Right face!

Forward march!

Left! Left! Forward.

On the double.

Quick march!

Left, left, left, forward.

Right turn.. March!

Left, left, left, left,
Left, left, left, left.. Forward!

Right turn.. March!

Left, left, left, left, left, left,

left, left, left, left, left, left,

Left, left, left..
Forward! Lie down!

Ready.

Stand up!

Advance.

Lie down.

Ready..

Stand up!

Advance.

Lie down!

Ready..

Stand up.

Advance.

Lie down!

Ready..

Stand up!

Advance.

Lie down!

Ready..

Stand up!

Advance.

Lie down!

Ready..

Stand up!

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

You.

Again.

Again!

Baumer.

Again.

Again.

You'll pay for this, Baumer.

Rifle. Fill your pack.

No, no, Corporal.

You must keep
your eyes open, Corporal.

Attack!

Lay down.

Your training days are over.

You are soldiers now
in the Imperial Army.

Fit and ready to do battle
for the Kaiser and the Fatherland.

In the front lines you will
understand the value and the purpose

of everything you've learned here,

everything your officers
have taught you.

Their ways have sometimes
seemed harsh to you,

but you will thank your fine instructors

for the lessons
they taught you in this camp.

They've taught you to be soldiers.

To be soldiers
in the service of Almighty God,

the Kaiser and the Fatherland.

Right.. face.

Forward.. march.

Forward.. march.

Open up.

Shoulder weapons.

Right face.

Board the train.

No smoking.

No smoking.

Fifth company, get down.

Hold up.

Second Company.
This way. Fall out, two ranks.

So.. Here you are.

It's the custom to assign
one old hand to every new platoon.

You're the new platoon.

I'm the old hand.

In training camp they filled you full of
fancy information on how to be a soldier.

We're going to work hard
to forget all that.

I'll teach you practic..
Listen to me, boy.

I'll teach you practical things.

Like how to put your diapers
on in the frontlines.

And how to kill Frenchies.

You won't have long to wait
before I baptize you.

But first we're going to
give you some hot food,

And then we'll let you get some sleep.

And then I'll take you
out on your first patrol.

Tonight.

Those deep booms - that's the heavy artillery.

They're hitting behind us, so don't worry.

They always come in threes and
always fall close together.

You've got five to ten seconds between each
round to to get where you want to go.

You can hear them coming a long way off, that's
the good thing. The same with the mortars.

But the thing you've got to listen good
for is the 'eeeeeeee' like a mosquito.

That's the small stuff they call daisy cutters.
You've only got three seconds before they hit you.

Don't wait for anything. Up here you've got to
learn to trust your animal instinct, you understand?

So, don't wait. Move!

When you're up this close, and you hear something,
anything, hit the ground, fast. You understand?

All right, boys, there's gonna be some fireworks.

Frenchy wants to say hello.

Now you just stick close to Kat,
and move when I tell you to move.

Alright, take cover! Take cover!

Get off the road, quick!

Shoot the wounded horses!

Shoot them!

Shoot them, can't you?

Shoot them.

Hey! You're crazy?
You want to kill somebody?

Get down.

Why? What have they done?
They haven't done anything.

Using horses is wrong.
It's wrong killing horses.

All right boys, Frenchy's finished with you.

Come on, let's go, boys.

Get up.

Up. Come on.

Everybody here?

Huh? Link up, boys.

That's just a taste of the real thing.
But you'll get used to it.

You ready?

All right.

Well, you're almost getting
to be soldiers now.

You stick with Kat
and you'll be all right.

'We have been at the front
for a year. We are soldiers now.

'We know this place well.

'We are at home.

'Only Kemmerich is dead but we keep
hearing about others in our class;

'dead, wounded.

Always, over every one of us,
hangs the element of chance.

'If a shot comes,
all we can do is duck,

'because we can never know
where it will fall.

'I can be smashed to bits
in a bomb-proof dugout,

'or I can survive ten hours
unscathed out in the open.

'Of course, every soldier believes
in chance and trusts his luck.

'But no soldier outlives
a thousand chances.

Flame throwers! A new invention.

To the list of ways by which the keenest minds in the
world are making it easy for us to kill one another,

add this miracle of modern
industrial ingenuity - incineration.

The rats here are particularly
repulsive, they are so fat.

'We call them corpse rats.

'They have shocking evil faces
and even on our empty stomachs,

'it is nauseating
to see their long naked tails.

'The bait is hunks of bread which is
so rotten even we won't eat them.

And these rats are so brazen,
if we make a pile of rotten crusts

'They'll come among us
to snatch them away.

'It's a way to pass the time.'

Gas masks. Gas masks.

'Gas, the most feared,
most obscene weapon of all.

'We remember the awful sights
in the hospital.

'The gas patients who, surfocating,

'cough up their burned lungs
in clots.

'Better take your chances
in the open

'than stay in the hollows
where the vapours settle.'

'The new recruits are more trouble
than they are worth.

'Between five and ten
get killed to every old hand.

'And they get killed simply
because they are so inexperienced.

They know nothing, so they die like flies.

No, don't! No!

Get him.

Hand me a rifle. Hand me a rifle.

Kat, wait!

A baby.

Just a baby.

Mind wire!

Mind wire!

They're in position.

- Nearby?
- Yes, sir.

'How long has it been?

'Weeks, months, years? Only days.

'Yesterday we were under fire.
Today we can rest.

'Tomorrow we go up
to the trenches again.'

Boys, boys, come here.

Look, you boys go on that side.

Over here. This way.

Easy, easy.

Get around, get around up there.

This way.

It's gone.

Quick, he'll get away.
Get him, get him, get him!

Someone eat the liver. I'm on a diet.

My old woman would have used lots
of bay leaves, basil, paprika

And the sturfing would have been
something very special.

But all considered..

A feast. I feel like a king.

Ah, not bad, not bad.

Like I say,
it's not a bad little war.

You never answered
my question, Joseph.

What question?

What will you do after all this is over?

What we'll all do. Get drunk.

Now that's the most intelligent
answer I've heard yet!

Of course he'll get drunk.

Then it's back home
and mama and all that.

But what ese?

Well, tell him, Joseph.
Don't be ashamed.

I'm not ashamed.

He's going to theology school
to be a minister.

A year here and you haven't changed
your mind about that.

Is God still in his heaven?

Nothing ever changes that.

- And you, Müller?
- I'm going to be an engineer.

It's all I ever wanted to be.
I'm one of the lucky ones.

- Why?
- I've always known exactly what I wanted to do.

Like Behm.

Like the farmer boy. Eh?

- Straight back to the harvest, Detering?
- Back to my horses and my sheep and the harvest!

And my wife.

What will you do, Tjaden?

Make sure Himmelstoss doesn't get past me.

- I know what I want!
- We all know what you want!

I want to undress every mademoiselle
from here to the Rhine...

- We're talking about future careers, Leer...
- I intend to make a career of my life-long hobby!

I will become the world's first Professor of Lust!

What about you?
Back to the cobbler's bench, eh?

And the children.

How many you got?

Don't ask.
Good thing I'm a shoemaker,

or I'd go broke just buying shoes.

What about you, Westhus?

A feather bed...

and a fat girl...

I won't get up for a week.

The question is, what will you do for a living?

- Oh! Well, I think I'll stay in the army.

- Are you crazy?
- In peace-time the food is good

You sleep in a bed,
and every week you get clean underwear

In the evenings you're a free man
and you go off to the beerhall.

It's a much better life than
digging peat. Much better.

More coffins.
A bigger load than usual.

That means a bigger offensive.

How considerate
they are at headquarters.

They even send us the stuff to fill them with.

Come on, get this one down.

Haul them up.

Careful, careful.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

Next year, fight out of the cradle.

Did you notch this bayonet?

Yes, sir.

Who told you to?

- At the training camp..
- Training camp, eh?

Sonny, if the enemy ever caught you
with this, they wouldn't kill you,

They'd plump your eyes out, fill them full of sawdust.

Nobody uses these things any more.

It's by mutual agreement,
on both sides.

I didn't know.

- First time at the front?
- Yes sir!

Don't 'sir' me. I'm a private.

Sorry, I thought..

Don't think. Just listen.

Yes, sir.

Your spade is better.

You hit a man under the chin.
Take his head off.

It's a good club, too.

Cos it's heavy.

Hit a man between neck and shoulder.
Right here. Split him right in two.

- Mother of God!
- It's cleaner.

Bayonet gets stuck in ribs,

you have to kick him to pull it out.

Time it takes, you're a dead man.

Understand?

Now, where is your platoon leader?

Corporal Himmestoss
said he'd meet us here.

Ah.

Corporal who?

Himmestoss.

From Oldenberg training station?

Yes, sir.

I don't believe it!

Vengeance is mine.

How did the little pig mess up his playground?
Don't tell me he volunteered for front line action?

No, sir. He got into trouble.

Overdid it with two trainees on
the muddy field. You know the field?

Do we know the muddy field?

He went too far. Almost killed them.

He didn't see the son of the local
magistrate watching.

So, he's here.
Of course he'd spoil it for himself.

Wouldn't you know he'd go just too far?

Oh, Lord. I can hardly wait.

Oh, well. Look who's here.

Well, we meet again.

Kropp, isn't it? You remember me,
Corporal Himmestoss.

Müller, you here too?
Oh, yes, I remember you very well.

Lehr, Behm, Baumer.. Baumer.

Nothing wrong with my memory!

Well! I told you that what I taught you
you would never forget!

I see you have all managed to stay alive!

Not Kemmerich.

Kemmerich?
I don't remember Kemmerich.

The rest of you seem to have learned
your lessons pretty well.

Here's a lesson for you, Himmelstoss.
When we get to the front,

Don't you turn your back.

What did you say?

So this is the great
Corporal Himmestoss?

And who are you?

I asked you a question, soldier.

Himmestoss.
There's a latrine down the road.

Why don't you take a jump?

Do you realize that I am your superior officer?

Do you want to be court martialled?

Stand up straight, heels together,

when your superior officer
speaks to you.

All of you!

Squad, attention!

Right.. face.

Right turn, forward.. march.

Left, left, left, left.

Left, left,
left, left, left, left.

They are being good to us. They've brought
us delicious Edamer cheese and rum.

We eat and drink, of course,
but there is no joy in it

Because they always feed us like
this before they send us into hell.

Kat has lost all his fun.

When he smells cheese and
rum he also smells trouble.

And of course it comes...

Easy, boy, easy.
It'll be all right.

Ah, you see the way he blows up?
Boom, like that.

Want to kill Frenchmen?

Hey, give me the tin when you've finished.
I can use the fat to polish my boots!

You'll be all right, boy.

You'll get used to it.

They always shell us like this
before a big offensive.

The idea is to soften us up, so we can't sleep.

Huh, then when they attack,

we won't be able to fight back
because we're too tired.

Two days and nights. How much longer?

Not too long, not too long.

Why don't they stop?

Where are you going?

I'll be back.. in a minute.

No, just relax. Wait. It'll be over
soon. Come on, sit down and relax.

Let me go. I must get away.

Sit down and calm down.

Now, go and sit down.
Behave yourselves. Be easy, quiet.

Listen!

Attack!

Come on, let's go.
Come on.. come on.

'No longer do we lie helpless,
awaiting destruction.

'We can destroy and kill
to save ourselves and to be revenged.

'When we see their faces,
we become wild beasts.

'We turn into thugs and murderers.

'Into God only knows what devis.

'If your own father came over with them,

You would not hesitate to fling a bomb into him.

Forward!

Fire.

What the hell is this?

Come on, let's go. Come on, you all.

Come on, move. You too, soldier.

Come on, Corporal. Let's go! Damn it, let's go,
let's go like the rest of them. Come on!

What's happening down there?

Come on.

Charge!

Come on!

'How long is it? Days,
of weeks, of months, of years?

'Attack, counter-attack.
And the dead pile up.

'Winter, summer.. The days are hot
and the dead lie unburied.

'The shells will bury them.

'But when the wind blows,
it brings the smell of blood,

'which is heavy and sweet.'

No, shh.. shh..

Shh! Shh!

No, shh. Aider! Je vous...

Je vous.. help..
I want to help you.

Ohh!

I didn't want to kill you.

But you jumped in here like that.

What would you have done?

It's that I never met you before, like this,

face to face.

I just saw your rifle...

your bayonet..

grenades.

If we threw all those away..

we could be brothers.

But they never want us
to know that, do they?

They never want us to know.

We each have mothers..

fathers..

the same..

fear of death.

The same..

pain.

The same..

everything.

Everything.

Forgive me, comfade.

I could write.. to your family.

Yes..

Yes, I'll write!

'Gefard Duval, compositeur.

'I have killed
Gefard Duval the printer.'

Battalion, attention!

Present arms!

Eyes left!

Battalion Commander, sir.

Your Majesty, I have the honour
to bring you the salute

of the 150th Infantry Battalion.

Your Majesty,
Soldier Bernard.

Your Majesty,
Soldier Langer.

Your Majesty,
Corporal Himmestoss.

Battalion! At ease!

Officers, non-commissioned officers,
enlisted men.

The men who have received decorations
this day

Have all performed actions
worthy of our great cause.

Henceforth, Germany expects each
of you to follow their example.

From this day on, your Kaiser urges
you all to aspire to such strength,

to such bravery, to such obedience
to your God and your country.

If you do, my soldiers,

I am certain you will all
one day wear a medal

pinned on you by your Kaiser.

You have all done your duty
as noble German warriors.

You have shown the world our might.

You have stricken
our enemies with fear.

With God's help you are winning a
glorious victory for the Fatherland!

- The Kaiser! Just wait till I tell my father!
- Ah yes, what'll you tell him?

I'll tell him I saw the Kaiser up this
close! He'll never believe it!

- He seemed like a very nice man.
- Yeah, really nice.

You think it's true they forced him into this war?

- Well, he couldn't say no!
- Why not?

- Because the generals told him he had to say yes!
- So the generals started the war?

The French generals, yes!

The French generals told the
Kaiser we had to have war?

- You don't understand. Listen what happened...
- Careful with these uniforms, boys.

They have to be handed down to the next
bunch of boys that gets reviewed by the Kaiser.

Kat, why do you think we're in this war?

To protect the Fatherland.

- What are the French fighting for?

To protect the Motherland.

And who's right?

Whoever wins.

- That's not very patriotic!
- Not very what?

Patriotic!

Maybe not.

Maybe it's not very patriotic to use your head.

Maybe the real patriot just goes out and
gets his head blown off.

- And gets a medal for it!
- Like Himmelstoss!

Can you imagine that little peacock
getting a medal from the Kaiser!

Be fair, Tjaden. He deserved it.

He behaved like a true German soldier.

He ran ahead when he was told to run ahead.
He ran back when he was told to run back.

The only thing he didn't do
like a German soldier was die.

Do you think that's what we're
fighting for? Just to die?

Do you know what we're fighting for?

Does anybody know what we're
fighting for? Does the Kaiser?

Maybe if he'd stayed out of it in
the first place there'd be no war.

Corporal. Come in.

Sit down.

Listen, their country insulted ours, that's how it started.

Their country insulted ours? I don't understand.

A mountain in France insulted a mountain in Germany?

You know what I mean.

One country offended the other.

Oh, then what am I doing here?
I haven't been offended.

How could I feel offended? I've never
even been to France before this.

In all my life I've only
known a handful of Frenchies.

They seemed all right to me. Human, people!

The only reason we're fighting this war
is because it's useful to somebody.

For who? Not for me!

Let me tell you something else. About those generals.
They're getting something out of all this too.

- What do they get?
- Famous!

- Hey, anybody ever heard of Vitry-les-Bois?
- It's a French pastry.

It's an occupied French village!
And we're all going there!

- What for?
- For seven days' leave!

Ever see anything as beautiful as that?

Never.

- How old would you say she is?
- Twenty one... two.

Oh, no! No! Then she'd be older than us!

- I'd say seventeen, at the most...
- She's so... clean!

Why not? I'll bet she takes a bath every single day.

Twice! Three times a day!
There's no dirt under those fingernails.

How far do you suppose he could
march with shoes like that?

Remember white trousers? I have a
pair like those at home.

It would be nice, wouldn't it, Albert?

- Maybe we could go over to the delousing station.
- Why? You'll be covered again in half an hour.

- I just feel so dirty.
- Hey! Keep your hands off her! She's mine, all mine!

What have these filthy-minded kraut
heads been saying to you, Sweetheart?

Come on, Schatzi, throw a little my way!

You know, she looks a lot like the first one I ever had. Olga.

Olga, my little peasant cow!

- Come on! You never had anything like that!
- Oh, no?

- See you later.
- Where you going?

- Sightseeing.
- What's wrong with this sight?

It'll take weeks
to get to the skin!

- Can I have a piece of that soap?
- How's the water?

Beautiful! Come on in!

Hey! Look at that!

Hello! Bonjour, bonjour!
Jolies! Jolies!

Somebody do something!
Just don't let them get away!

Allo, Mademoiselles!
Allo, Mademoiselles!

Attendez, s'il vous plait!

Tell them to come over.

Er, yes, er.. Mademoiselle,
you come over this side, oui?

Ask them what they are doing tonight.
Just tell them Leer's free.

Just don't let them get away!

Yes, alright?

Yes, alright?

- We want to talk.
- Talk?!

Parlez vous, Mademoiselles!

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Frauleins, I'amour, yes?

You coming over,
we have I'amour, yes?

Oui, oui, oui.

- Don't go!
- Yoo-hoo!

Girls! Fraulein, bread, yes?
You want bread?

Look! Regardez!

Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum, yes? Bread!

You come over here, oui?

Vous!

Venez!

Ici!

Maintenant!

Oui! Oui! What did she say?

No, they want us to come over to their side.

We can't. Sentries. You understand? Guards!

Ce soir!

Vous venez!

Lá-bas!

Nótre maison!

They want us to come
to their house tonight!

Oui! Avec quelque chose
a manger, oui?

- With something to eat!
- La maison lá!

Maison!

- Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
- Bye! Bye!

Drink up, Tjaden.

It's bad luck there's four of us
and three of them.

Mm-hmm.. Bad luck.

See, it's just not fair
to the girls.

Drink up, Tjaden. How often
do you get good French wine?

Not fair to the girls. No.

One of us will have to make
the supreme sacrifice.

Mmm?

Bottoms up, Tjaden,
you're not keeping up with us.

Maybe we should draw lots?

You lose.

- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.

This looks like
the right line-up, huh?

I'm all for this one.

You like yours, Albert?

Yes.

Paul?

Mais tu es blanc comme neige,
je crois.

Er..

Est-ce que je me trompe,
petit bon homme.

Oui!

Mon petit soldat.

Viens. Viens!

Non, non. Ici.

- Quelle age a-tu?
- Eh?

- Ton age?
- No..

- Quelle age a-tu?
- Ah! I'm nineteen.

Nineteen..

Nineteen.. Oh!

Vingt-cinq ans? Vraiment? Je ne crois pas.

The room grows dim, and dissolves
in the half light,

and only the face above me
lives and is clear.

The face is touched with a tenderness
that comes out of the night,

and I let it all fall from me,
war and terror and grossness,

in order to awaken young and happy.

Look out! Look out! Take cover!

- My leg!
- Come on, Albert! Up! Up!

Come on, boys,
a little bit more.

Down! Stay down!

I'll be right back!

Hey!

Paul!

Take care!

Kat.

Kat!

Kat, come on!

- All right.
- Easy, easy.

- From Kat.
- What is it?

- It's a long ride.
- Oh, bread and cheese!

He could find a lobster dinner
in the middle of the desert!

Goodbye.

- Take care, Paul.
- Bye.

Albert and I
are in a Catholic hospital.

This is a piece of luck.

Because the Catholic infirmaries are
noted for their good treatment and good food.

We were wheeled in the night
before directly from the train.

None of us has slept very well.

- Won't see him again.
- Why not?

They taken his clothes.

That means he's off to the "Dead Room".

The "Dead Room"? What's the "Dead Room"?

The Dying Room, whatever
you want to call it.

It's a little place in the basement.

Whenever anybody wants to go there and say

"Goodbye, world! Goodbye, life!"

they take him there.

It's convenient really.
It's next to the mortuary.

No one ever comes back from it.

The beds empty quickly,
and new occupants take their places.

It is going badly with Albert.
He is in much pain.

Last night one of our wardmates
awakened with a severe haemorrhage.

He has been only semi-conscious today.

The doctors look in more often.

They won't take me! No! NO!

We're taking you
to the bandaging room.

I won't go to the Dying Room!

We're not going there.

Then why take his tunic?

- I'll be back. I won't die!
- Why are you taking his tunic?

I'll come back!
I won't die! I'll come back!

Liars!

They're lying.

LIARS!

I'll come back!
I'll come back! I won't die..

I am learning to walk again, but always in the corridor.

I can not bear Albert's gaze
if I move about the room.

He has a strange look.

I know what it is because I know Albert.

He is bitter and jealous that I am getting
better and he is not.

And I know he has a terrible guilt
that he feels jealous of me.

I know Albert. He has always been my best friend.

I get to know this hospital very well

where they keep the abdominal and spinal cases,

the head wounds and double amputations,

the jaw wounds, the testicle
wounds, the gas cases,

the blind cases, the lung
wounds, intestinal wounds...

and this is only one
hospital, one single station.

There are thousands in Germany.

How many thousands are there
in France? In Russia? In England?

How senseless is everything that can ever be written,
done or thought, when such things are possible.

The culture of a thousand years could not
prevent this stream of blood being poured out.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop that! Orderly!

Get the orderly! Doctor!

Orderly! Orderly!

For God's sake, he's trying
to kill himself with a fork!

Why didn't you leave him alone?

You are doing so well, Paul.

Soon we'll throw away the cane.

- Sister.
- Yes?

I'm worried about my friend.

I think.. he is making
a very good recovery.

He worries me.

Since the operation, he..

He's in a terrible state of mind.
He hardly speaks to me any more.

There is always such a reaction after
an amputation.

Always!

Now, stop worrying.

Albert will get over it.

Go, tell him your good news.

That should cheer him up.

Albert?

How do you feel?

Albert, they're giving me 16 days
convalescent leave. I'll be going home.

They'll be sending you home, too.
Very soon.

Baumer! Hey, Baumer!

- It's me! I'm back!
- Franz!

- Didn't I tell you I'd be back?
- I don't believe it!

Death Room! Dying Room! What the
hell are they talking about?

Old Man Death didn't catch me!
Not me! I caught HIM! Hah?

He did say he'd come back! Didn't he?

Albert, is there anything I can get you?

A gun.

A what?

You want to get me something?
Get me a gun.

- Will you get me a gun or not?
- No! Don't talk nonsense!

No, you talk sense.

Albert..

I'm sorry.

Paul?

Paul! Why didn't you tell us
you were coming?

Mother. Mother!

Paul? Come up.

Give me your handkerchief.

How is she?

She's in bed.

She's sick, Paul.

What is it?

We don't know.

But.. Dr Bradermeier thinks..
it's probably the cancer again.

Thank God.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

Are you wounded, Paul?

No.. No, I'm just on leave.

- Oh, Paul.
- How are you feeling?

I'm going to try to get up
a little today, I think.

Good.

We must have known you were coming.
Erna is making your favorite, potato cakes.

And there's a bottle of
whortleberry jam with them.

- You like that don't you?
- Oh yes, I haven't had any for a long time.

Where's Father?

At the sulphur factory. He's working overtime.

My Paul.

My Paul.

Look.

Bread.

And cheese and.. butter!

They feed you enough where you are?

Not always enough, but we manage.

Is it very bad there?

No.

Not so bad.

Heinrich Bradermeier was here

and said it's terrible out there,
with the gas attacks

and all the rest of it.

It's just talk.

Just talk.

Look at me, I'm well and fit,

aren't I?

Yes.

But then..

I still don't understand why you
want to take off your uniform!

It's more comfortable,
Father, that's all.

But I.. I want to show off
our soldier boy

to the fellows at Max's.

You look well, Paul. Fit.
War agrees with you, eh?

- I suppose, in a way.
- Have a cigar.

If you're old enough to kill Frenchmen,
you're old enough to smoke.

Hans, another beer
for our young warrior.

What's the spirit like out there?
Excellent, eh?

I can believe it.

The thing to do now is to
finish off the Froggies for good.

The enemy has many reserves,
Mr Hollerstein.

The war may be a little
different from what people think.

You're right in the middle of it, Paul.
You see your little sector,

Sometimes, you lose sight
of the large picture.

The important thing is
the breakthrough, here in Flanders.

This is Frenchie, this is us.

We have to come round
the Belgian side and fam through.

There's no other way.

Before we beat them
on the Hindenburg line?

It is borders that are important.

You're quite wrong.

Good soldiers never stay
planted on borders like turnips..

- He advances.
- I agree with Ludwig.

Offenses are key to modern warfare.
Look what happened in 1870.

Nonsense. We're talking about modern warfare,
not something that happend 50 years ago.

You're lying to me, Paul.
I know you are.

I swear to you, he died instantly.

- You promised he wouldn't get hurt.
- Mrs Kemmerich, I..

Why are you living
when he is dead? Why?

What right have you?

Tell me again.

Did you.. see it?

Yes, I was right there next to him.

He died at once. He never suffered.

I know that
you're trying to comfort me,

But don't you see, it is harder this
way than if you told the truth.

I want to know the..

I want the truth!

I have to hear it!

Mrs Kemmerich, I promise,
that's exactly how it happened.

His face was quite calm.

- Do you swear it?
- Yes.

By everything that is sacred to you?

By everything that is sacred to me.

He died at once.

And do you promise never to
come back if it is not true?

May I never come back..

if he wasn't killed instantly.

Carry that lesson to the front lines

and you will be better soldiers
in the service of the Kaiser.

You are dismissed.

Baumer.

Paul Baumer!

Baumer!

- Here, have a cigarette.
- No, thank you.

You still haven't picked up
the habit. Well, that's good.

It's not a good habit
but a man has to have vices.

How does it go? All work
and no play.. You remember?

How is it, Baumer?
How.. how is the spirit?

Excellent, eh? Excellent?

Behm is dead.

Behm?

Josef Behm.

Oh. You know,
I didn't think he would enlist.

But he went.

Yes..

Kemmerich is dead, too.

I was told.

And Kropp has lost a leg.

Er.. Oh, Albert Kropp, yes.

I don't know about all the others.
We were separated, but Leer's alive

Leer is alive and Müller is alive and I'm alive.

I'm glad to hear that.

Tell them..

Tell them I'm proud to have
taught them to be good Germans.

To know that you have all
done your duty by the Fatherland.

Imagine how that makes me feel?

You were a good class. Good boys.

Good boys all.

- And this class?
- This lot? Not like you.

Defeatism has infected them.

They haven't got your spirit, Baumer.

Not the Iron Youth, eh?

Mm? I'm sorry..?

No Iron Heroes?

Just boys.

Want to play.

Laugh.

To stay alive.

Only boys.

Mother, it's late.
You should be asleep.

Did I wake you, dear? I'm sorry.

You'll catch cold here. Go sleep.

I can sleep enough later.

Are you very much afraid?

No.

I'd like to tell you to be on your
guard against the women in France.

They're no good.

Mother, where we are
there aren't any women.

- And be very careful at the front, Paul.
- Yes, I will.

- I pray for you every day.
- I know, Mother.

Perhaps you can get a job
that is not so dangerous?

Perhaps in the cookhouse.
That could be easily done.

Do it, then.

- And if others say anything..
- I won't let that bother me.

Now, you must sleep,
Mother. Come on.

You must get well. Mother, before I come home.

Yes, my child. Yes.

And you must not send any more things to me.
We get plenty to eat out there.

You can make much better use of them here.

I have two pair of underpants for you. All wool.

They will keep you warm. You must
not forget to put them in your pack.

I won't, Mother. Good night.

Good night, my son.

'Mother, I used to live in this
room. All my things are here.

'All my books, my beloved books,

'but they no longer speak to me
as they used to,

'for I am not what I was
when I lived in this room.

'I am a soldier. My business
is not reading, it is killing.

'My knowledge of life
is limited to death,

'and I know now
I should never have come back.

'Out there all men think as I do.

'There is no argument
about the meaning of life

'Because it has no meaning.

'My companions at the front
are the only truth I know.

'They are now my books,
my family, my life.

'I depend on them
and I depend on nothing ese.

'Mother,
it's a terrible thing to say,

'but I feel I am now going back
to my real home.'

Paul!

- Well, you're back, my boy.
- Yes, I'm back.

You're a fool for coming back.
But I'm glad to see you, anyway.

I'm glad to see you, too, Kat.

They're getting
younger and younger, Paul.

Our hands'll be full
just taking care of them.

Hey! The old deserter's back!

- How was your leave?
- Good. Where's Müller?

- When was it?
- A week ago.

Was it quick?

Shrapnel in the stomach.
He lasted two hours.

- Paul!
- Hm?

He said I could have them.

Damn!

If they come any closer, we're done for.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

Leer! No, leave him!
He's gone! He's gone!

Leer! Come back!

God!

Oh, GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD!

- Ready! Charge!
- Let's go!

'We are bringing food to our comrades
at the front. There isn't much.

'We are all going hungry.
We are all tired.

'We are all hopeless.
But the war goes on.'

Why don't they just let it end?

Ah, who knows?

We're finished.

We're starving and the Froggies
are eating corned beef and white bread.

Our bread is nothing but sawdust.

You see anybody that hasn't got
dysentery and colic?

Artillery's burned out.

The damned barrels are so worn down

The shells are falling short and half
the time our own men are being killed.

We've got no horses left. There's just
too many of the enemy, that's all.

They've got too much. Too many guns, tanks.
Now the Americans are pouring in.

New guns, aeroplanes, fresh troops.

Lie still.

- Just at the end! Just as it's ending!
- Be quiet!

- After four years.
- Stretcher!

- Stretcher bearer!
- Just as it's ending.

It's all right. Just lie still.

You've got nothing to worry about.
It looks like it's a clean wound.

If you can just hold on, before you know it,
you'll be in a comfortable bed in a hospital.

Stretcher!

Can you stand up?

You can get up?

Come on. Come on! Come on!

I've got to carry you.

Ready? Up.

Sorry.

That's all right. That's all right.

We gotta keep going. You ready?

Yes, yes.

Come on.

- You got it?
- I'll try.

- No.
- No, I'll try.

No, you can't. It's all right.

What is it?

My pipe. I think I lost my pipe.

Don't worry. We'll find another one.

Here.

Well, Kat,

I think we're going to be separated.

Three years.

You remember when I first came up here?
How green I was?

You fixed that.

Keep your head down. That's what you said.

Well maybe,

maybe when this is over,

when this war is really finished,

maybe we can do something together, eh?

I don't know what... a glass of wine?

I don't even know where you live.

Three years in the same trenches and
I don't even have your address!

Let me give you mine, let me give it to you.

Let's...

Let's go on.

Ready? Come on! Up!

You might have spared yourself.

He's stone dead!

No.

It's his shin, he's fainted.

C'mon, Kat, come on.

He was talking.

Ten minutes ago.

We were talking.

It is Autumn.
We wait for the end.

We wait for the Armistice.

We wait for peace.

Dear Albert, I write to tell you

that you and I are the last ones left.

Soon after Kat died, Tjaden got it.

A quick and merciful death,
a bullet in the head.

Himmestoss was killed
the same day,

and now Detering is gone.

I think we started
to lose Detering last spring,

when the apple trees
came into bloom.

You know that expression of his
in springtime?

Two weeks ago he was missed at
roll call. Nowhere to be found.

A week later he was caught
by the Military Police.

You and I, we know where he was going.
Home, to the harvest.

We have not heard anything more

But you know the penalty for dessertion.

Albert, of the class of 1916.

Out of the 20 who enlisted,
Thirteen are dead.

Four are missing.

One is in a madhouse.

You and I live. How I miss you.