For several years, Paul Baumer has evolved with the war:
a fresh, exhilarating start full of hope and enthusiasm that slowly dwindled
down to a single spark of light, and eventually, that went out too. Paul begins
his journey, “[I am] satisfied and at peace,” (1) but this is a war, and that
will not last. The way Paul evolves is simultaneous and parallel to the
evolution of the war: enthusiasm and hope to trials and struggles to loss of
hope to destruction and surrender.
From the very beginning, Paul’s close friend Franz
Kemmerich experiences the consequences of war face to face and so begins the
long line of loss Paul will experience. This initiates the hardening of his
heart, to build up his stone cold emotionless wall. Paul experiences a new
feeling of grief. He writes, “My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go
quicker, I run…I give him the boots. We go in and he tries them on. They fit
well. He roots among his supplies and offers me a fine piece of saveloy. With
it goes hot tea and rum.” (33) Away with Paul’s emotions, away with his
feelings, or coping with the war will be impossible.
Battle after battle, front after front, trenches, rats,
starvation, blood. Day after day the soldiers’ youth is grinded out of them.
They are “forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and
sorrowful and superficial – I believe we are lost.” (123) And with that are
lost the human-like characteristics of passion and feeling; Paul becomes much
like a puppet of war.
One may not think this is such a bad thing. Paul is
strong inside and out, he can cope better, survive longer. That is true. But
comes the day his sister calls, “Mother, mother, Paul is here,” (157) the wall
crumbles like stale bread. The feelings return in tsunamis and Paul cannot even
support himself. His mother is sick – one more loss. But a soldier can not
dwell on such things if he wants to survive. It will destroy him.
Paul returns to war. Paul loses more friends, and with
them, hope. All he has left is Kat – his single dwindling light. Nonetheless,
“…it has sufficed. Kat is dead. Slowly I get up.” (291) And Paul has nothing
left. “Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can
take nothing more.” (295) Paul goes on with no hope, no love, no strength, no will.
The war has engulfed and swallowed him; he drowns in the pit of its belly. So
finally, Paul too falls, and is glad the end has come.
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