A quote from a book about war..

From All Quiet on the Western Front:

From the earth, from the air, sustaining forces pour
into us-mostly from the earth. To no man does the
earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses
himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he
buries his face in her from the fear of death by
shell fire, then she is his only friend, his brother,
his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in
her silence and her security; she shelters him and
releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten
seconds of life; receives him again and often for ever.

Earth with thy folds, and hollows, and holes, into
which a man may fling himself and crouch down. In the
spasm of terror, under the hailing of annihilation,
in the bellowing death of the explosions, O Earth,
thou grantest us the great resisting surge of new-won
life. Our being, almost utterly carried away by the
fury of the storm, streams back through our hands
from thee, and we, thy redeemed ones, bury ourselves
in thee, and through the long minutes in a mute agony
of hope bite into thee with our lips!



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