Throughout the dark and horrifying pictures of death and inhumanity, Erich Remarque scatters a profound brilliance, a redeeming quality, in one of the greatest war novels of all time, All Quiet on the Western Front. During this stirring novel, 20-year-old Paul B&amp;auml;umer, a German soldier of World War I, was thrown into a frenzied world of blood and bombardment, flung pitilessly into the vile world of war. Nonetheless, the senseless battle
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comrades. Never had we seen him more doleful than when he said, "Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone and so without hope that I can confront them without fear" (295). He no longer had comrades; he no longer had anything.
Through hardship and happiness&#8213; through death and dreams&#8213; these imperfect men proved that they were perfect for one another.