Chapter 6 Summary
It is summer, and Paul’s unit goes back to the battlefront several days earlier than planned. On the way, they see more than a hundred freshly made coffins stacked and waiting. The men joke, but they know for whom the coffins have been made. The English have fortified their position; however, their own artillery is so worn out that many of their own shells are landing in their trenches. Two men were injured by this friendly fire. The soldiers are discouraged and understand that they depend on chance for their continued survival. Huge, feasting rats have taken over the trenches, and the men kill them as best they can. Their rations of rum and Edamer cheese are delicious but signal something ominous ahead of them.
Days pass, and the men are weary and wary as observation balloons hover above them. There is a gigantic explosion and several of the dugouts are buried. Digging them back out helps pass the time, but the damage is so extensive that provisions can no longer be brought to them. The waiting is interminable, and they barely keep from attacking each other when a horde of rats invades their dugouts. One afternoon one of the recruits goes berserk. He simply wants to get out, no matter that doing so would surely get him killed. The more experienced men know they must give him a beating to shake him from this temporary insanity. That night, the attack begins.
The storm troopers are on the move, and ammunition is flying everywhere. Kropp and Haie are throwing hand grenades to deter their progress, and the French troops suffer heavy losses before they reach the trenches. Paul and his unit retreat, detonating bombs in their wake. They are not so much fighting as simply trying to stay alive. The trenches are nearly nonexistent, but the enemy has also suffered heavy casualties. By noon they have retreated to another trench and begin to attack the oncoming troops:
We have lost all feeling for...
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