All Quiet on the Western Front (Im Westen nichts Neues)

Attack!

Attack!

- Go! Come on! Faster! - (whistle blows)

Heinrich, come on! Forwards! Come now!

To the ladders!

On my command!

Forwards!

Heinrich! Get out there!

- (grunts) - All of you, go!

Come on! Get out of there!

Go, Heinrich! Get out there now!

Attack!

Attack!

Go! Forwards!

Heinrich!

Heinrich!

- Attack! Attack! - Attack!

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. . . . . ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT

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NORTHERN GERMANY SPRING 1917

THIRD YEAR OF WAR

Paul! Paul!

- (boy 2) Paul! Well? - (boy 1) So?

Paul : Mhm.

- Well then? - I don't know.

- Does he know we're all going? - Yes, of course.

Staying at home?

My God, you're tied to your mother's apron strings, my friend.

Give me it, I'll scribble something.

- It has to be signed by his parents. - Well, someone. Come on, pass it here.

- That won't work, they'll find out. - How will they?

Well?

Is his mother a pen pal of theirs?

- (laughs) - (drum beats sound)

- Give me your pen. - Ah, I'm sorry.

Oh!

Ludwig.

You mustn't. Your father will hit you.

Have you got a better idea? I'm not being left behind here.

Jawohl!

Congratulations, Private Bäumer. We're going to the front.

Paul : A dead man walking.

You stand here on the threshold of existence.

Remember this moment.

It is a great moment.

For in years to come, you will be judged based on what you dared to become today.

The iron youth of Germany.

My friends,

we are fortunate to be alive at a great time.

Your deeds will be the water

nourishing the growth of a strong and noble route.

Stand still and listen up, Leinemann!

The Kaiser needs soldiers, not children.

I am certain that I will see most of you again soon, here at home.

Your sword returned to its scabbard with honour and respect.

A cross crafted from iron proudly displayed upon your chest.

However, take heed of this.

In the darkest of hours, let me assure you it will happen,

that prior to an attack, you will harbour doubts.

But this is not the time to concede to any mental weakness.

Any unsteadiness, any hesitation is a betrayal of the fatherland!

For modern war is like a game of chess.

It is never about an individual soldier.

Our only care is for the entirety of the body.

You have the chance to earn the right to wear the uniforms you have been given.

And by going to the front line in Flanders, we'll pierce the enemy.

And then you will, in a few short weeks,

finally march on Paris!

Yeah!

Our future,

the future of Deutschland ,

lies in the hands of its greatest generation.

My friends, that is you, you see!

Yeah!

Therefore, off to the camps

for the Kaiser, God, and the fatherland!

Yeah!

Next.

Next.

Next.

- (recruiter 1) Next. - (recruiter 2) Next.

Bäumer, Paul. 53 Wiesengrund.

Born November 18th, 1899. Correct?

Jawohl , sir.

Next.

Paul.

Here. Your father can be proud of you.

Yes.

Is everything alright?

Yes. I'm eager to get on with it.

Move along.

Here he comes.

- (recruit) Emil Hermann. - (recruiter 1) Name and address.

- And the next. - Paul : Excuse me.

It already belongs to someone.

Ah, yes. It was probably too small for the fellow. Happens all the time.

Here. It's yours.

Thank you.

I remember it, you were.

Oh, Ludwig, will you be snatching away all the ladies from us now?

Yeah. (laughs)

My concern is that you don't shoot us.

She won't wait, Franz.

She won't do it.

You lady killer, you.

LA MALMAISON, NORTHERN FRANCE 25 KM TO THE WESTERN FRONT

- (lieutenant, in English) Your name? - Kropp. Albert Kropp, sir.

Do you like dirty girls, Kropp?

Do you like dirty girls?

Uh, no. I don't, sir.

So why do you sleep with one then?

Report for guard duty at three o'clock.

Gentlemen, you'll be fighting in a godforsaken shithole.

And you'll kindly do so with a clean G98.

You will pamper it.

You will love it.

And damn it, you will keep it as immaculate

as the thighs of the Holy Virgin.

Do we understand each other?

- Jawohl , sir! - Jawohl , sir!

Welcome to the 78th Reserve Infantry Regiment.

We are now on the Western Front.

- Welcome to Paris! - Yeah! Welcome to Paris!

Ah!

Down there! Down there!

Down there! This way!

- (horn honks) - (medic) This way!

Go on! Over there on the right!

Damn it, what happened?

I have orders to hand over the company to the front by 6:00 p.m.

That you may, but on foot.

You must give us the trucks, lieutenant.

With all due respect, I have orders...

Take the orders and stick them up your arse.

I have 40 men here who are dying in the mud.

Get out right now, will you?

Everyone, get up.

Come on, get on with it.

You heard the staff surgeon.

Faster, soldiers. Don't fall asleep here.

Keep moving.

- Franz Müller, correct? - Yes.

The supreme army command

expects you to survive at least six weeks of being here.

Would you like that, in six weeks, to still be alive?

- Jawohl , sir. - Then walk quicker

and stop dragging your feet like you would do at home.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Hurry up.

We're not at a tea party here.