All Quiet on The Western Front: Hibernation
Between the billets and the front
Death like cancer and influenza
Soldiers of Great Brotherhood
Hibernated with sharpest struggle for rest
Waking out of our dreams
Comfort from our comrades til morning
Hibernated
Deterring picked a cherry tree
Perhaps he will leave
Our trenches shot to pieces
Penetrated front lines
The English are coming
Machine guns, grenades, bombs, smoke
Berger is carried away
Miller lived for half an hour
Our lines are falling back, too many
Surgeon announces A1
Invulnerable steel beasts squashing the dead and wounded
Bertnick collapses, the dying goes on
Never has life been so desirable
Never was so much silent suffering when we departed
Never was life in the link so full of bitter horror
However, we are not beaten we are more experienced
Kat is injured, twice we rest
We lay in a small hole til the shelling is over
We are going to be separated at last
My friend Kat, Hibernated
It is autumn, I am last
It was all Quiet on the Western Front
I fell October 1918
I was calm, Hibernated.
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