"Returning to the barracks he had to go along a dark, uninhabited road. There we waited for him behind a pile of stones. I had a bed-cover with me. We trembled with suspense, hoping Himmelstoss would be alone. At last we heard his footstep, which we recognized easily, so often had we heard it in the mornings as the door flew open and he bawled."
"There's no safety, no peace, no quiet when rats are around. They crawl on the soldiers' faces in search of their food, and they eat the dead bodies."
"You lump, will you get out – you hound, you skunk, sneak out of it, would you?" Himmelstoss's eye becomes glassy, I knock his head against the wall – "You cow" – I kick him in the ribs – "You swine" – I push him toward the door and shove him out head first.