"Haie Westhus drags off with a great wound in his back through which the lung pulses at every breath. I can only press his hand; "It's all up, Paul," he groans and he bites his arm because of the pain. #134
"Attacks alternate with counter-attacks and slowly the dead pile up in the field of craters between the trentches. We are able to bring in most of the wounded not lying far off. But many have long to wait and we listen to them dying." Pg #124
"The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silverly landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably. Detering raves and yells out: "Shoot them! Shoot them, can't you? Damn you again!"