When Paul finally crawled back to his own lines, the sun was rising over a landscape that looked like the surface of the moon. He walked past the field hospital, past the rows of boots that no longer had owners. He sat in the mud and picked up a scrap of paper, trying to find a word—any word—that felt true.
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But the "Iron Youth" was brittle. When the order came to go over the top, the world dissolved into a gray fever. Paul ran, not because he was brave, but because the mud behind him was exploding. He saw Kropp fall, his scream swallowed by a mortar blast. He saw the French wire tangling men like flies in a spider’s web. When Paul finally crawled back to his own
"I want to go home," Franz whispered, his voice cracking. "I forgot what my mother’s kitchen smells like." Hours later, Paul found himself in a shell