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How can we end like this?
We are resting near a school when we began to listen to the enemy, we started with protocol to defend the front, we had two shelters, I was in the first, with Paul we decided to go to check the second shelter, when we returned to the first we found it completely destroyed, we decided to report what had happened, but when the second shelter arrived, it had also been destroyed. We recruited survivors of the attack, along with what little supplies we had left. We were there for days, I saw how many recruits broke and wanted to flee, I also saw how Paul and Kat prevented them from fleeing, until one managed to flee, could not get very far, but could not return either.
One day, the air attacks finally stopped and we knew that we were going to engage in combat with the enemy, in the first confrontations we were able to withstand, then gradually we managed to generate enough damage to reach the enemy's defensive line, after That is why we returned to our refuge to enjoy the loot we had obtained, we tried to play cards, but nobody was in the mood for that, we divided the guards, Paul took the first while I was going to rest, after a while of trying to sleep and not being able to , I began to hear a loud discussion, decided to investigate what was happening. It took some time to identify where the sound was coming from, but once I did I recognized that it was Paul who was speaking, it seemed like the other person was Himmelstoss, if those two were fighting it couldn't be a good thing. I got close enough to be able to hear their conversation, apparently Himmelstoss had pretended to be wounded so as not to continue in combat while inexperienced recruits were risking their lives, Paul discovered it and tried in a bad way for Himmelstoss to join the front, I don't judge him No way, since I was about to go in and drag him to the battlefield if necessary, but just before he could do anything, a command came from a lieutenant, who managed to get Himmelstoss to the front lines.
We had several confrontations with the enemy, we had several casualties and long nights listening to laments of wounded dying, which we could never find.
When the second company finally retired, we were only 32 men out of the initial 150.
How could we end up like this?

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Müller is 19 years and is one of Baumer's companions, as he also joined the German army as a volunteer to go to war making part of the original training camp in Platoon 9 under the command of Himmelstoss, he is the “scientist” of the group and continues to study and think about physics during battles even bringing his old textbooks with him to the battlefield, constantly reminding himself of the importance of learning and education. He is the one thinking of keeping Franz Kemmerech's soft and comfortable leather boots when he is about to die, as he became interested in them he then gets to inherit them after Kemmerich dies.
Müller is not ashamed to show his most basic and selfish feelings and desires which can come off as rude as seen in his ways of acting, but after all you can tell he does what any other man would do to survive the war, try to be number one. He shows off a more brutal style and very little emotion, but on the other hand he is also a dreamer, as he often thinks about the future, and, for example, asks a very often questions what he would do if pace came. Suddenly, he becomes obsessed with the question and forces his friends to open up, physically confronting them if they hesitate to answer. He is also the one who plays school, asking trivial questions as if he were a teacher.

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A new day, another day in which war is my present, future and past.
I hate war, I hate how it slowly have fade everything I knew, I hate how it have show me the darkest part of life, how it turns my nights in not just one more but in the possible last one, I hate to see how my partners die and having the constantly idea that I could be the next one, I hate how it took  away from me the dream of becoming a poet and I hate how now I just can´t feel anything but hate.
However war is not driving myself  absolutely insane, I have lost essentials parts of me that I never thought I would, my love for art for example, as a future poet I was a man full of emotions and feelings, but now I am becoming an unfeeling person, I can´t feel anytthing but fear and anguish.
These days I have been living my days as if they were the last one, because it could be, and that has taught me to really love and appreciate life, the possibility to eat, to walk, to talk, to breath because those possibilities, in this specific moment of my life, are a privilege, I have seen bombs exploding just in front of my eyes, I have seen how my partners die, I have tried to search for them just by listening their pains goans and I have been very lucky but I don´t know how much of that luck is left.
Right now I am just trying to survive hoping after this horrible chapter of my life I just could be me again, be that poet full of emotions and feelings, but I know war leaves scars and not only physical but psychological ones.
Sometimes I just wish that the ones whom gives the war speech were the ones that came here and put their lives in risk in this senseless game of whom are the luckiest ones.
I don´t want to die here, even if I konw that I don´t have anything apart from war, not like the veterans that have a past to hold on, but I don´t want my life just to be war, even if I am here for my country, I don´t want to be the guy who luckily came back for the war and that´s it, if I get to be that guy, I don´t want to be just recognized for this nightmare, I want to be someone when all of this ends, and I think that´s why I am still trying to survive, the only thing apart form luck that keeps me alive is hope, I am hopefull about getting out of here, about that any day someone could say ¨war is over¨, rigth now I am living just to be one of the luckiest and end this game, and wishing every day after that, that no one start a new , not even just for me but for new generations that don´t know what it´s like to be here, in this front line praying every day for not being the next one.

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There were rumors of an offensive. We had to go up to the front two days earlier than usual. While we were going there, we passed through a shelled school-house. In which you could find brand new coffins. Some were saying that they were made for us, but I´d rather thought that they were made for our attackers.
"That's a good preparation for the offensive," said Müller astonished.
"They're for us," growled Detering.
"Don't talk rot," I said to him angrily.
"You be thankful if you get so much as a coffin," grinned Tjaden, "they'll slip you a waterproof sheet for your old Aunt Sally of a carcase."
When we arrived to the front all we had to do was wait for the attacks, though it wasn’t a pleasing task: big and nasty rats were trying to steal our food supplies, because the trenches were no longer in good condition. And since we didn’t know when we were going back, we had to protect what was left of food that the rats couldn’t take and when they came back, we attacked then till the smell of blood was stronger than the smell of bread. They didn’t come back for a while.
Days passed and yet the offensive didn’t make a move attack, we had to wait with the fear or falling asleep and waking up to the sounds of bullets near our heads. I had become tired, I was starting to believe that we were going to have to go through a similar situation as the Somme, in which we had to wait seven days and seven nights for our attackers to do something. We were ready with our gas masks, bombs and spades. But nothing happened.
We were resting when I felt the earth shake, hidden in our respective places, we waited for the army to come to us, but there was no one on sight. Some new recruits started to panic, they were unexperienced and scared. We were left with very little supplies of food. And even though we were told that food was being brought to us, it never arrived. I had to try to get food, but it was impossible, not even new recruits could come to us for support.  We were starving and alone.
Some men started to become mad, there was one guy who was going crazy to go out, I had to stop him with Paul because we couldn’t let him go out of shelter and get himself killed by the bombs that were being thrown at us.
To get through all of this, I suggested a game of skats, but at the end we were still scared and impatient. At night, the bombardment had stopped, and that’s when we knew that it was our time to fight.
After hours of bloodshed they started to retreat when we reached the enemy line. With the butt of my rifle I had to smash to pulp the face of one of the unwounded machine-gunners. And when the battle ceased, we went back to our front line. Though what we did not expect were the planes that attacked us and killed eleven of our men.
After that, we had to search for the wounded, and then, try to find the disappeared ones, which we could hear thanks to their cries of help, though we could not save because it was too late.
When we were finally save, the Company Commander came for us, I heard the call for my company and reunited with Paul and Albert. When it was time to go back, there were just 32 of us left.

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My full name is Stanislaus Katczinsky, but my friends and acquaintances call me Kat and I'm 40 years old. I am currently a soldier in the German Imperial Army, but before, in my civilian life, I was a shoemaker. I have a wife and children waiting for me at home, so I hope to be able to return as soon as possible to see them again. The only good thing I can perceive of the war is meeting good friends, colleagues and allies who are there for you and who understand it because they are going through the same situation. One of those good friends I have met is Paul, we are very close despite our age difference. I think my best quality is ingenuity, because I can be very intelligent to obtain different things that we need; in fact, one day when we were hungry and exhausted, I was able to get some food (two loaves of bread and a bag of raw horse meat) which was very helpful. If you ask me, I would say that I am as the leader of our small group, since I am the oldest and I get useful things. I would say that one of my beliefs is that if each soldier could have the same food and salary, the war would end quickly; That's why one day when new soldiers came to the company, I got them some beans (I got them by bribing the cook) and told them that if they wanted more, they would give me something in return (like tobacco). One day, we had to go back to the front two days before. I have a kind of sixth sense to know what's going to happen up front, so I was in a bad mood that day. A couple of days later he began to intimidate us, I was not mistaken in having a bad feeling, and to distract the new recruits a bit, I started teaching them how to know which weapon each shot was. The shelling didn't stop and we didn't get a food supply, I couldn't even find anything. One of the new recruits couldn't handle everything that was happening to us and tried to leave, but Paul and I managed to calm him down a bit. Later, the shelter suffered a direct hit, but fortunately it was not completely destroyed. Unfortunately, a recruit died trying to escape and we had to subdue one so that the same did not happen to him. When the bombardment finally lessened, we counterattacked. Then we retired and we had to go to the shelter, where we had to listen when a man was dying. I guess all of us already have enough experience not to break so easily, which I appreciate in one way or another.

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Im scared ,I don´t know how much time I´ve been here but this nightmare the war was consuming me- I can´t sleep,I have a lot hungry and most important I miss to much my family and my friends. I live with the incessant mind that I can die, with the shadow of death following me.
Is the morning and I wake up with shots of the allied power near me  ,I need to move with another side I have information that in the north 5 or 6 kilometers aproximadly is the base and there is paul my friend and he can safe me of this ,he is a friend that I met in the lessons he is a good Friend,I see people in front of me a don´t know if are enemies or Allies I need to approach to them,-when Kammerich is more close of the peolpe in Front of him he have the apiration to be saved-, I see my same uniform I am save-he scream- the soldiers was see and one of them aim me and I said “dont shot im with you please help” the soldiers said we go to base now this are a enemy zone and then one asked me how you are here?, were are your squad? And I response we are ambushed by the enemies then i don´t remember anithing I only run for my live.- all lof the soldiers provide silence for the deaths.
When we are going to the base I mind in the question of one of the soldier because really I don´t remenber anything about the attack only me escape of the shots.the leader tell me that we are in the middle of jorney to the base and this phares create me a dejavu then a soldier trod a granade and then my mind remeber that the enemies we do again the same atack but in this case I very injured and I cant escape alone, then we fired to the enemies but they shot me in both of my legs I cant survive alone-the Kammerich scream to call S.O.S to the soldiers partners- one of the go to help me and the we run to escape of the second ambush.
We arrive to base and I moved to a military hospital-Kemmerich was inconsitent and is badley jured- I wake up and  see my friend paul but he see me different I cant explain that is only “different” he ask me how are you and I respond “my leg hurt to much”-paul cry because the leg of kemmerich was amputated-the next weeks kemmerich was worst, finally paul visited our partner but in this case kammerch doesn´t survive