All Quiet on the Western Front

Only forgive me.
Forgive me!

Forgive me. Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Terrible thing
happened yesterday.

I stabbed a man.
With my own hands, stabbed him.

I know how it is.
Your first time.

Never mind. The stretcher-bearers
will find him.

- He's dead. I watched him die.
- You couldn't do anything about it.

We have to kill.
We can't help it.

That's what we are here for.
Uh-- Look there, for instance.

Hah! That got him.
You should've seen how
he leaped in the air.

That fellow had to shoot with us
for today with three hits.

If he keeps it up, he'll have a decoration
for his buttonhole this evening.

Don't you lose any more sleep
over this business.

Maybe it was 'cause I was
out there with him so long, huh?

Sure, that's it.
After all,
war is war.