By Chapter Twelve of All Quiet on the Western Front,
Paul Baumer is disillusioned with his role in life and the role of his
life as it used to be. All his adult life he has been entrenched in a
war that has basically consumed everything about the world as he knew it
and destroyed his perception of what everyone else would see as a
normal and functioning society. As seen in the chapter where he visits
home, Paul actually misses the battlefield when he is gone. He can no
longer function under the normal pressures of society as his body has
gotten used to being in high pressure situations all the time.
“Everyone
talks of peace and armistice. All wait. If it again proves an illusion,
then they will break up; hope is high, it cannot be taken away again
without upheaval. If there is not peace, then there will be revolution.”
And even
though he’d miss the battlefield, it has grown old. Watching people die
and living in constant fear that he could be the next to go.
“It
cannot be that it has gone, the yearning that made our blood unquiet,
the unknown, the perplexing, the oncoming things, the thousand faces of
the future, the melodies from dreams and from books, the whispers and
divinations of women; it cannot be that this has vanished in
bombardment, in despair, in brothels.”
It is possible though, that he still believes in the innocence of
youth. That even though his classmates and other soldiers his age and
younger have had to live and die on the battlefield, they still contain
traces of the young men that they were. Hope for the future and hope of a
future love still being held close to their hearts.
“There are not many of the old hands left. I am the last of the seven fellows from our class.”
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