#those scenes in the book when the small group were resting together behind the frontlines and talked about the senselessness of this war

[mansnooziesmoosmutzel]

Just as we turn into animals when we go up to the line, because that is the only thing which brings us through safely, so we turn into wags and loafers when we are resting.

We can do nothing else, it is a sheer necessity.

[...] But our comrades are dead, we cannot help them, they have their rest--and who knows what is waiting for us? We will make ourselves comfortable and sleep, and eat as much as we can stuff into our bellies, and drink and smoke so that hours are not wasted. Life is short.

(ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT by Erich Maria Remarque)