3. Kriegstagebuch von Walter Naumann (Dezember 1916-April 1917), item 11

• November 21, 2017 22:28:45 Thomas A. Lingner

  could talk. Peoples with skirts and 

  without uniform and also - beds.

  For me it is still greater rejoicement

  for I can talk with men and

  what is the main thing, with women.

  Then I forgot all those terrible pictures and

  others pass by more beautiful. When

  I walk with such a Miss Alice or René

  or what other name they have down

  on the banks of a murmuring river

  or a silent wood cleared up by moonshine,

  or in the dark by the side

  of a cracking fire. There we don't

  talk of war, except sometimes

  we ask one another when it may

  be over, there we laugh, we kiss.

  We are only mankind as all other

  people and if there happens something

  what is not to hold, it

  is still more beautiful. Oh they

  can be dear to you, those chickens.

  But nobody shall see it, her

  friend shall not know that she

  makes love to a Boche. Although

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  the other one does the

  same thing. They think too much

  of the time after war, and then

  we are not there anymore. Then

  her friends come back. The same

  ones who are now waiting outside

  with the gun in there arm and

  waiting to kill us. C'est la guerre  French: it's the war 

  we say and all thoughts are put

  by side. Who knows what has

  become of us to-morrow let

  us live the life.

    A few weeks we stayed at this

  lovely idyll of the mountains. 

  and then war called us again 

  to a place, which was talken  spoken  of

  in the whole world. Everything was

  forgotten and we were reminded

  of the reason we were here for 

  when we saw the first wounded

  and dead. C'est la guerre.

    Riposte of offer

    Xmas passed New Year has come

  and the hope of a pain we will

  
  

  
  

• November 21, 2017 22:09:47 Thomas A. Lingner

  could balk. Peoples with skirts and 

  without uniform and also - beds.

  For me it is still greater rejoice-

  ment for I can talk with men and

  what is the main thing with women.

  Then I forgot all those  ..terrible. pictures and

  others passe by more beautifull . When

  + walk with such a Miss Alice or Rene

  or what other name they have down

  on the banks of a murmuring river

  or a silent wood cleared up by moon-

  shine, or in the dark by the side

  of a cracking fire. There we dont

  talk of war except sometimes

  we ask on another when it may

  be over, there we laugh we kiss.

  We are only mankind as all other

  people and if there happens some-

  thing what is not to hold, it

  is still more beautifull. Oh they

  can be dear to you, those chickens.

  But nobody shall see if her

  friend shall not know that she

  makes love to a Boche. All-

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  though the other one does the

  same thing. They think too much

  of the time after war,and than

  we are not there anymore. Then

  her friends came back. The same

  ones who are now waiting out-

  side with the gun in there arm and

  waiting to kill us. C'est la guerre

  we say and all thoughts are put

  by side. Who knows what has

  become of us to-morrow let

  us live the life.

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• October 23, 2017 15:58:29 Annick Rodriguez

  could talk. Peoples with skirts and 

  without uniform and also- beds.

  For me it is still greater rejoice-

  ment for I can talk with men and

  what is the main thing with women.

  Then I forgot all those  ..terrible. pictures and

  others passe by more beautifull . When

  + walk with such a Miss Alice or Rene

  or what other name they have down

  on the banks of a murmuring river

  or a silent wood cleared up by moon-

  shine, or in the dark by the side

  of a cracking fire. There we dont

  talk of war except sometimes

  we ask on another when it may

  be over, there we laugh we kiss.

  We are only mankind as all other

  people and if there happens some-

  thing what is not to hold, it

  is still more beautifull. Oh they

  can be dear to you, those chickens.

  But nobody shall see if her

  friend shall not know that she

  makes love to a Boche. All-

  [end page]

  [start page]

  though the other one does the

  same thing. They think too much

  of the time after war,and than

  we are not there anymore. Then

  her friends came back. The same

  ones who are now waiting out-

  side with the gun in there arm and

  waiting to kill us. C'est la guerre

  we say and all thoughts are put

  by side. Who knows what has

  become of us to-morrow let

  us live the life.

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• October 23, 2017 15:56:17 Annick Rodriguez

  could talk. Peoples with skirts and 

  without uniform and also- beds.

  For me it is still greater rejoice-

  ment for I can talk with men and

  what is the main thing with women.

  Then I forgot all those  ..terrible. pictures and

  others passe by more beautifull . When

  + walk with such a Miss Alice or Rene

  or what other name they have down

  on the banks of a murmuring river

  or a silent wood cleared up by moon-

  shine, or in the dark by the side

  of a cracking fire. There we dont

  talk of war except sometimes

  we ask on another when it may

  be over, there we laugh we kiss.

  We are only mankind as all other

  people and if there happens some-

  thing what is not to hold, it

  is still more beautifull. Oh they

  can be dear to you, those chickens.

  But nobody shall see if her

  friend shall not know that she

  makes love to a Boche. All-

  [end page]

  [start page]

  though the other one does the

  same thing. They think too much

  of the time after war,and than

  we are not there anymore. Then

  her friends came 

  
  

  
  

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