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But the "Iron Youth" was brittle. When the order came to go over the top, the world dissolved into a gray fever. Paul ran, not because he was brave, but because the mud behind him was exploding. He saw Kropp fall, his scream swallowed by a mortar blast. He saw the French wire tangling men like flies in a spider’s web.

The barrage started at dusk. It wasn't a skirmish; it was an erasure. The sky turned a bruised purple, torn apart by flashes of orange light. Paul huddled in the dugout as the ceiling rained dust and maggots upon them. Opposite him, Franz was shaking—a rhythmic, violent tremor. 1m.w3st3n.n1chts.n3u3z.2022.hdrip.720p.subesp.mp4

He wrote nothing. There was nothing new to say. On the official report for the day, the entry was brief, cold, and final: "All quiet on the Western Front." But the "Iron Youth" was brittle