On Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quite on the Western Front
I picked up a copy of this lately. It was apparently the favorite novel of my psychiatrist boss at NIH when I spent two summers as a clerk there in college. It is about young people being looed into war by authorities.
These are the last two paragraphs in English (the author was German):
“He fell on October. 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confirmed itself to the single sentence: All Quiet on the Western Front.
He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as almost glad the end had come.”
I am not expert in history, but World War I is more of a mystery to me than World War II. WW II seems to be about after-affects of WWI, Adolf Hitler’s insanity, and racism against Polish and Jews.
I liked my boss at NIH and his colleague doctors, even though I got very angry at Fauci online recently.