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We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers - we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

Erich Maria Remarque

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Erich Maria Remarque
Age: 72 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 22
Died: 1970
Died: September 25
Novelist
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Vienna
Austria
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