All Quiet on the Western Front Essay

and chatter on the bus, abuzz with excitement. I could sense the mood, everybody was eager and thrilled to be playing such a big role. I had a big smile plastered on my face as I was headed to Camp Val Cartier in Québec. But to my surprise, it was all a lie. The pride and exhilaration had left my body and consternation and fear for my life replaced those feelings. As I stepped into the trenches, I was flabbergasted with the sight of hundreds of corpses littering the ground. Some were alive,…

the third estate fought back, for if they did vote by head the third estate would have the advantage over the other two estates. They held meetings and elected deputies to write down their grievances, by doing this they thought the king would solve all their problems, but then France experienced a food shortage. During this time many of the poorest people went hungry as prices rose, and because high unemployment rates they were not able to work in the textile factories, so they used it to…

I'm miserable. I have not recorded anything for a time, despite making an attempt to avoid wasting what is left of my time in this wretched trench. Some nights back a cloudburst happened which left both sides basically fallen. As luck would have it did not hurt anyone but creating it very difficult to fight. Nowadays I think of these trenches as holding cells for prisoners, the site I am guaranteed to spend the remaining months of my life in until i am eventually exhausted and then we are killed…

committed to their duty, not afraid to die. They came from Britain, leaving their lavish life behind and settled for the harsh realities of war. Here we see them defending their trenches from German Stormtroopers during the Kaiserschlacht campaign in Western Europe, specifically in Northern France near Amiens, the target city of the German offensive. The fighting and artillery is intense , but the men stand their ground, ready to fight) (In the first scene we see Pvt. Ulabore, Pvt. Parts, Cpl.…

literature. Some of the main ones include All Quiet on the Western Front, a book by Erich Maria Remarque, “The Poet as Hero”, a poem by Siegfried Sassoon and “Who’s for the Game”, a poem by Jessie Pope. These literary pieces had some key differences. Although Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front, Sassoon’s “The Poet as Hero”, and Pope’s “Who’s for the Game” all shared their opinions on how soldiers should view the war, the views of All Quiet on the Western Front and “The Poet as Hero”s…

All Quiet on the Western Front and A Long Way Gone: A Psychological and Emotional Comparison Imagine yourself in the middle of a field, your comrades dying around you, people crying out for their mothers. This is the dreadful reality of war. The novels All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque and A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah follow the stories of Paul Baumer and Ishmael Beah, two young soldiers experiencing these things every day. The psychological and emotional journey of these…

War Trauma; The Influence it Placed on Remarque’s Writing “On the threshold of life, they faced an abyss of death…” (A.W. Wheen, as quoted in All Quiet on the Western Front) Remarque’s novel, All Quiet on the Western Front represents an idea of loss of innocence. Soldiers during this time period are at the “threshold” of their lives, as quoted by Wheen, to only face the brutal horrors of war. The horrors of the war steal the innocence away from these young men without them even knowing. These…

My dearest family, Shall I not return, I would like you to have my last words, my last thoughts, and to know what it is really like here. The press seems to glorify things, to inspire men I presume. Our unit arrived to the front 5 weeks ago, yet life is already a living hell. When we arrived, it was pouring rain, and the men and I were knee deep in a brown pool of water, muck and other things I care not to think of. The air reeks of decay and waste, corpses are everywhere; of men, cows, and…

shoulders, a tank on two legs. the rain dropped lazy and soft, I could see the sun want to squeeze through the clouds but the sky remained black. The sergeant drew his whistle to his mouth as the water dripped from his moustache, the water glimmered. All men lined at the trench wall, our backs were stuck to the bank, the bank refused to let us go. He could see the exhaustion on our faces. Sweat mistaken for water. I watch as the sergeant walked down looking every man the…

Kemmerich had a wound to his leg and had to get his leg amputated, and eventually died from doctors not caring about enlisted men who were in the hospital. This was one of the first real injuries to their one of their friends. They now see that they all might not make it home. The company is caught in a bloody battle. Men are blown apart, limbs are blown off the bodies, and rats ate off of the bodiesThey also had to deal with the filthy conditions of the trench warfare. Paul feels that he must…