In the eyes of a civilian the world
swirls into a combination of the big things around him; the buildings, the
large fields, fancy restraints and busy streets are just some of the common
ones. However in peering through the eyes of a soldier you may see many
different things. In that large building one might see a hiding spot for the
enemy, or in that field a mound to pause behind, and in the streets memories of
bombs exploding upon the innocent may flash by. In the novel All Quiet on the
Western Front, the author tries to convey a strong feeling that the citizens of
the world take more for granted than they think they do.
It’s something we all know we do. It’s
those things that you never realized that you possessed until they were gone;
it’s the simple details that make up a large percentage of life that we as people
tend to pass by without even a glance every day.
So once in a while a reminder is presented to cherish what
you have because it may be gone tomorrow. Whether that reminder be in something
tragic, like a death or a mere slip up. With that as human beings it is easy to
think about what we have, but how long does that lesson really last? Is it ever
a constant effort to maintain a connection to the realization of what you
actually have? Sure, everyone can be thankful for their family, and home each
day. The problem lies in understanding the importance of the little things.
Because it is not the home that matters, it’s all the little details that go
into making it your own, protected, haven to return to each day. The soldiers
in the novel didn’t have something to recognize as their home and with that
lacked a lot of the big things that are available to civilians. Therefore they
took advantage, and found great enjoyment from the little things that were
available to them but too little for the average person to realize they
possessed.
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