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Paul died through affliction and suffering, by standing up for his country. His good deeds do nothing for him in this life, but could help him greatly in his next.

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"And this affliction may lie in his bowels, as a gold mine, and be of no use to him."

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"And this affliction may lie in his bowels, as a gold mine, and be of no use to him."

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Meditation XVII

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"He fell in October 1918, On that day it was so quiet and still on the whole front" 

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"He fell in October 1918, On that day it was so quiet and still on the whole front" 

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AQOTWF

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"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 though almost glad the end
had come." (AQOTWF)

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"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 though almost glad the end
had come." (AQOTWF)

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"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." 

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"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." 

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Meditation XVII

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When one soldier dies during the war, it does not mean that the war ends. The soldiers must keep fighting to make it through to the next day. As said in Meditation XVII, we are each a chapter meaning that one day we will all be translated. Maybe into something more special, or into better words that may speak of the significance of our life.

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The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not - I nod." 

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The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not - I nod." 

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"When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated."

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"When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated."

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The quote from Meditation XVII is stating that everyone is interconnected, however in All Quiet on the Western Front, the boys become a family because not only are they are spending all their time together, but they fight for one another on the front.

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"There I drop down on my knees, but have still enough strength to fall on to the side where Kat's
sound leg is. After a few minutes I straighten myself up again. My legs and my hands tremble. I
have trouble in finding my water bottle, to take a pull. My lips tremble as I try to think. But I smile-
-Kat is saved." (AQOTWF)

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"There I drop down on my knees, but have still enough strength to fall on to the side where Kat's
sound leg is. After a few minutes I straighten myself up again. My legs and my hands tremble. I
have trouble in finding my water bottle, to take a pull. My lips tremble as I try to think. But I smile-
-Kat is saved." (AQOTWF)

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"The man gurgles. It sounds to me as though he bellows, every gasping breath is like a cry, a
thunder--but it is only my heart pounding. I want to stop his mouth, stuff it with earth, stab him
again, he must be quiet, he is betraying me; now at last I regain control of myself, but have
suddenly become so feeble that I cannot any more lift my hand against him."

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"The man gurgles. It sounds to me as though he bellows, every gasping breath is like a cry, a
thunder--but it is only my heart pounding. I want to stop his mouth, stuff it with earth, stab him
again, he must be quiet, he is betraying me; now at last I regain control of myself, but have
suddenly become so feeble that I cannot any more lift my hand against him."

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AQOTWF

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"...if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself..." (Meditation XVII)

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"...if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself..." (Meditation XVII)

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I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and
they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a
harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and
will stand by me.

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I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and
they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a
harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and
will stand by me.

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AQOTWF

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"It is autumn. There are not many of the old hands left. I am the last of the seven fellows from our
class." (AQOTWF)

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"It is autumn. There are not many of the old hands left. I am the last of the seven fellows from our
class." (AQOTWF)

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"If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were" (Meditation XVII)

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"If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were" (Meditation XVII)

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"I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again
back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong."

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"I could almost weep. I can hardly control myself any longer. But it will soon be all right again
back here with Kat and Albert. This is where I belong."

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AQOTWF

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"The months pass by. The summer of 1918 is the most bloody and the most terrible...Still the campaign goes on--the dying goes on-" (AQOTWF)

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"The months pass by. The summer of 1918 is the most bloody and the most terrible...Still the campaign goes on--the dying goes on-" (AQOTWF)

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"God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice..." (Meditation XVll)

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"God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice..." (Meditation XVll)

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Earth with thy folds, and hollows, and holes, into which a man may fling himself and crouch down. In the spasm of terror, under the hailing of annihilation, in the bellowing death of explosions, O Earth, thou grantest us the great resistance surge new-won life.

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Earth with thy folds, and hollows, and holes, into which a man may fling himself and crouch down. In the spasm of terror, under the hailing of annihilation, in the bellowing death of explosions, O Earth, thou grantest us the great resistance surge new-won life.

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AQOTWF

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"...and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." (Meditation XVll)

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"...and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." (Meditation XVll)

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"On the way
we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow,
unpolished, brand-new coffins."(AQOTWF)

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"On the way
we pass a shelled school-house. Stacked up against its longer side is a high double wall of yellow,
unpolished, brand-new coffins."(AQOTWF)

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" The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not
know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like
balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movements. The gases in them make noises." (AQOTWF)

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" The days are hot and the dead lie unburied. We cannot fetch them all in, if we did we should not
know what to do with them. The shells will bury them. Many have their bellies swollen up like
balloons. They hiss, belch, and make movements. The gases in them make noises." (AQOTWF)

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"-but in another way it is vile, because the fat
red balls have long been a sign of a bad time coming. Our forebodings increase as rum is served
out. We drink it of course; but are not greatly comforted." (AQOTWF)

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"-but in another way it is vile, because the fat
red balls have long been a sign of a bad time coming. Our forebodings increase as rum is served
out. We drink it of course; but are not greatly comforted." (AQOTWF)

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..so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.

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..so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.

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Meditation XVII

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"...so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness."(Meditation XVII

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"...so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness."(Meditation XVII

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"...so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness." (Meditation XVII)

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"...so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness." (Meditation XVII)

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 The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member.

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 The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member.

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Meditation XVII

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"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a
clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if
a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me." (Meditation XVII)

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"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a
clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if
a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me." (Meditation XVII)