All Quiet On The Wester Front: Meuller
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Quiet on the Western Front Written by Erich Maria Remarque. Adapted, directed produced Question Go, Pull! I think so. Take this to your head. Grab him. He's gonna pull bean up down front for a week. Get your finger struck. I've been here. Yeah, I think he's camera Way Have to go and get way. Have get Kemmerich out of it. I'm here. It's my leg. Please don't leave me. Don't panic. Doesn't look that bad. Hang in there, Mia. Pool will get you out of here. It doesn't look good. Keep your head down, Mueller. Good to us. Dead Jesus. Too close. Get him back on the show. Cover machine. 123 Go! Well, we're back it camp now, which is five miles behind the front line. You can still hear the shelling and distant gunfire, but bucket camp, you can put the front to the back of your mind. What's on your mind the most is the dishing out of the next lot of rations on Today is our lucky day. Come on. Oh, not the kitchen. Ginger. We're all starving. Everyone can smell that. The beans are done. That's Kaczynski. We call him Cat. He's the leader of our group. Tough, crafty, shrewd, 40 years old with an earthy face, blue eyes, sloping shoulders on an amazing nose for trouble, good food and cushy jobs. He's my best friend, but you're gonna be here first. We're all here. Don't listen, said reports Tajin, a skinny locksmith 19 years old. The same age, is May. Considering his size. He's the biggest glutton in the company. He's thin when he sits down to eat that has a huge pot belly when he gets up. Hey, whiskers the same age a peat diggers who can quite easily hold an Army issue life in one great pour on ask Guess what I've got in my hand and bettering a farmer who thinks about nothing but his bit of land and his wife that can't be right of jewel rations for the whole company. Come on, where the rest of me getting served by you today? It's either a field for amass, great for them, but ofthe cook for over 150 men. So for once, we'll get enough to eat. Get serving. Ginge. That's Albert Crop. We went to school together, along with Mueller Lear and Kemmerich abbots, the intelligent one and the first to make it to the rank of acting. Lance Corporal Muller still lugs textbooks around with him, dreaming about taking his school, leaving diploma under the special regulations. It's a good job he does carry them about with him. Has. A few weeks ago, his physics formula textbook saved him from a nasty piece of shrapnel. It was a bit annoyed, though, as it ruined his book and his studies. Then this Lear, who has a bid and quite the biggest, is We've tried to tell him they don't go, but you won't listen. He is obsessed with the officers knocking shops, but mainly with the girls that inhabited. He swears that they have to take a bath before they entertain anyone over the rank of Captain Demory. Poor Cameron. I don't want to talk about him much of the moment. He's in the hospital barracks. He got shot in the leg last night, and he's not looking good. And, of course, me pull. We're all 19 years old and joined the Army to fight for our country straight from school. It was our schoolmaster can trick, who convinced us of this. He's not our favourite person at the moment. These are all my friends. Whether we get out of this alive is anyone's guess. So how many of the other 80 stop stalling and say about the rations? Bloody ****. You must have drawn red Russians for 150 men as well, right? Yeah. Yeah. Tobacco. Yeah, the whole bloody lot. Christ! Oh, my! Now, that's a bear. No, that's not Has to be for us. Well, you'll get Hang on. Almost. I would everything. Come on. This isn't on. Why isn't it on a human can halve the rations for 150 cat. We'll show you steady, Mueller. I don't mind about the meal. It'll go bad. Any way I can only give out the other rations for 80. It's time they pensioned you off. You didn't draw rations for 18 men. You're a big company. So now you issue them because we are B company. What's going on here? Change is not given. Those are Russians because he says there's not enough of us. Here is Jordan for the full company? Yes. We had heavy losses yesterday. Those beans look good. Yeah, they're being cooked. In fact, was meeting there too They do smell good. Bring me a plateful and give out all the rations we could all do with them. So come on. It's nice going up your nose. You had a lot of supplies. Your own personal property. Make sure I don't get it wrong, you old skinflint. Pit soft, Arjun.