No, shh...shh...
Shh! Shh!
No, no...
- No, shh. 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...
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
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.
It'll take weeks to get to the skin!
- Give me 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?
- We want to talk. - Talk?!
Parlez vous, Mademoiselles!
Hey! Hey, wait a minute!
Frauleins, l'amour, yes?
You coming over, we have l'amour, yes?
Oui, oui, oui.
- Don't go! - Yoo-hoo!
Gifs! Fraulein, bread, yes? You want bread?
Look! Regardez!
Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum, yes? Bread!
You come over here, oui?
Vous!
Venez!
Ici!
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 gifs.
Drink up, Tjaden. How often do you get good French wine?
Not fair to the gifs... 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.
Non, non. Ici.
- Quelle age a-tu? - Eh?
- Ton age? - No...
- Quelle age a-tu? - Ah! I'm 19.
19...
19... Oh!
Vingt-cinq ans? Vraiment?
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.
- Won't see him again. - Why not?
The "Dead Room"?
What's the Dead Room?
The Dying Room, whatever you call it.
It's in the basement.
It's convenient really. It's next to the mortuary.
No one ever comes back.
'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 haemoffhage.
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...
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop that! Orderly!
Get the orderly! Doctor!
Orderly! Orderly!
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'm going home.
They'll be sending you home, too.
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?
I'm going to try to get up a little today, I think.
Good.
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...
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 can smoke.
Hans, another beer for our young warrior.
What's the spirit like out there? Excellent, eh?
The enemy has many reserves, Mr Hollerstein.
You only see your little sector,
The important thing is the breakthrough, here in Flanders.
This is Frenchie, this is us.
We have to come found 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...
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 fight there next to him.
He died at once. He never suffered.
I know that you're trying to comfort me,
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.
May I never come back...
if he wasn't killed instantly.
Carry that lesson to the front lines
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
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?
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.
- 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.
'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 here.
'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.
'because it has no meaning.
'My companions at the front are the only truth I know.
'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. 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.
Damn!
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!
'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.
Our bread is nothing but sawdust.
You see anybody that hasn't got dysentery and colic?
Artillery's burned out.
Damned barres are so worn down
Too many guns, tanks. Now the Americans are pouring in.
New guns, aeroplanes, fresh troops.
Lie still.
- 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.
Don't worry, it looks like a clean wound.
Just hold on.
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.
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.'
'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?
'A week later he was caught by the Military Police.
'We know where he was going. Home, to the harvest.
'Albert, of the class of 1916.
'Out of the 20 who enlisted, 13 are dead.
'Four are missing.
'One is in a madhouse.
'You and I live. How I miss you.'