We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is — Erich Maria Remarque
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We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

— Erich Maria Remarque
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