What Is All Quiet On The Western Front About Novels & Stories

Zach The quiet before retaliation always felt worse than the fight itself. Men think war starts with the sound of gunfire, but it really begins in the silence before it — in the waiting, the stillness, the thousand decisions that have to be made before the first bullet leaves a chamber. By dawn, the house was a pulse of movement beneath the hush. Trucks fueled, phones burned, maps redrawn. The air reeked of gun oil and tension. Everyone moved with a kind of reverence, the way you walk into church before you sin.

But the truth was that noise was the best companion when the war was over and my parents were unheard at home. "Silence was what I heard before the bloodbath took place in the war," I admitted, and I watched her pause in surprise. "It's hard to explain because a war itself is noisy, but there is a moment when everything goes quiet; not even the animals make noise, and the wind itself decides to make silence to give tension to a moment as raw as a battle is. The energy expended is so much that then everything explodes, and a part of my mind chose to quiet the background noise to understand what was going on around me."

'Homes for Heroes' was certainly a nice policy and an idea, but the lost generation still remained lost and still suffered all the same. 'All Quiet on the Western Front' was the work that Lila had known would be assigned to her, and she knew that she would have been able to relate to the characters and the protagonist almost immediately, her dead days taking over her, consuming her mind, and leaving her deaf, blind, and dumb. But right now, she truly did not want to do anything other than sit in front of the heater in her futile effort to try and hear her body up. It wasn't working, and she knew that it would never truly ever work on her.

LYRA War is not what I thought it would be. I mean people always talk about how loud it is.. The truth is, it is really quiet. That is the part. Everyone says that battle is about screaming and fighting.. Real war is not like that. It starts with silence.. Waiting. It is the time before someone decides to stop being kind.

Andrius said, “Escaping from the problem won’t solve it. The more he’s afraid of it, the harder it would be for him to overcome the obstacle.” “Hmph!” Luna scoffed and ridiculed him, “Have you experienced life and death? Do you know how much suffering one must endure in this life? You made it sound easy.” Andrius did not argue with him, but he curled his lips into a bitter smile. The peace and harmony that the country now enjoyed were granted by the blood and bullets of the soldiers. The Western Frontline was where the battle was the fiercest. War broke out every day. With every passing day, multiple lives were lost. Andrius knew the weight of life and death better than anyone else.

* Zeina * The Western Front. Moments Before the Storm. The world was fire and fang. I stood on the blood-soaked earth of the battleground, wind slicing through my fur like knives. My wolf form towered above the fallen, silver fur matted with blood, some of it theirs, more of it mine. The moon, high and indifferent, watched from behind black clouds as if even it feared what was to come. Across from me, Celine.

{Ryanna’s POV} They said the end of the war would bring silence. But no one warned me how loud it would be. The screams had faded, the fires smothered, the clash of bodies and snapping bones replaced by the soft, unbroken hush of snow beneath boots and paws. Speaking of the snow, it fell at the end of the war. And everyone watched the flakes drop from the heavens like they had been waiting for a victor to emerge. Despite all that, I could still hear everything.

(Radio/Quara Raedrim) “….half a million people…..dear me…”.(Madame Betty) Shocked and saddened is the only reaction that the listeners can do to emphasized with the sad situation in the Western Front, the refugee fleeing their homes to seek safety and peace, always reminded the many listeners to their own plight as well.