“I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony — Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”

— Erich Maria Remarque , book All Quiet on the Western Front

Paul to the corpse of a French man he has just killed, Ch. 9
All Quiet on the Western Front (1929)

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German novelist 1898–1970

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