A good contrast to every other eyewitness account. Junger is part psychopath, part old-school--there is little emotion here. He's just doing his job as his compatriots are wiped out around him. He started in 1914 and managed to survive all the way to the end of the war, and he has an almost imperceptible change of view by the end: initially he was for the glory and the honor, but by the summer of 1918, when the Germans were clearly losing: "Things were less dazzlingly distinct. And I felt that the purpose with which I had gone out to fight had been used up, and no longer held. The war posed new, deeper puzzles. It was a strange time altogether." Strange indeed.