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

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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

 Right page 

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



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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

 Right page 

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




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  • 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

     Right page 

    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-

    [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.




  • 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.




  • 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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