Marcus

They were supposed to be the ones who would help us eighteen-year-olds to make the transition, who would guide us into adult life, into a world of work, of responsibilities, of civilized behaviour and progress - into the future. Quite often we rediculed them and played tricks on them, but basically we believed in them. In our minds the idea of authority - which is what they represented - implied deeper insights and a more humane wisdom. But the first dead man we saw shattered this conviction. We were forced to recognize that our generation was simply more honourable than theirs; they only had the advantage of us in phrase-making and in cleverness. Our first experience of heavy artillery fire showed us our mistake, and the view of life that their teaching had given to us fell to pieces under that bombardment.

While they went on writing and making speeches, we saw field hospitals and men dying: while they preached the service of the state as the greatest thing, we already knew that the fear of death is even greater. This didn’t make us into rebels or deserters, or turn us into cowards - and they were more than ready to use all of those words - because we loved our country just as much as they did, and so we went bravely into every attack. But now were were able to distinguish things clearly, all at once our eyes had been opened. And we saw that there was nothing left of their world. Suddenly we found ourselves horribly alone - and we had to come to terms with it alone as well.

—Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet On The Western Front (trans. Brian Murdoch)

(Source: imposteurs)