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kemmerich doesn’t want to. they are his prized possessions.

we talk a little more and then take our leave. I promise to come back in the morning. mu ̈ller talks of doing so, too. he is thinking of the boots, and knows the orderlies will grab them as soon as he is dead.

we get hold of an orderly outside and ask him to give kemmerich a dose of morphia.

I think of the letter I must write tomorrow to kemmerich’s mother. I am freezing. I could do with a tot of rum.

won’t you leave them with us? out here one can make some use of them.

cheerio,franz.

you only attend to officers properly!

if we were to give morphia to everyone we would have to have tubs full...

do us this favour.

well,all right.

do you think...?

done for.

damned shit! The damned shit!

we started back to our camp.