"Did you ever see him?"
"Yes, he came into the trenches a week ago and gave us cakes and cigars."
"But that was jolly sporting of him, wasn't it?"
"He can keep his cigars—he doesn't have to lie in shell holes for days on end."
"War's no good," said a small man with a protruding forehead and keen eyes and wearing a red-cross on his arm. "Ich danke meinem Gott—I thank my God that I've never taken up a rifle during the whole war, and I've been in it since the beginning. No human being has lost his life through me, thank God."
"Was für'n Zweck hat es—What's the good of shooting each other like this? The heads ought to come and fight it out amongst themselves."
"It's good for politicians and profiteers—für die ist's gut."
"Ask them what they think of the submarines."
A Lieutenant of the Prussian Guard answered contemptuously that he didn't think much of them. He didn't believe stories of food-shortage in England, he didn't believe anything the papers said, they were all full of lies.
"Ask them if they're satisfied with their treatment."