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"I want to go home," Franz whispered, his voice cracking. "I forgot what my mother’s kitchen smells like."

Hours later, Paul found himself in a shell hole, sharing the crater with a dying French soldier he had stabbed in a moment of pure, panicked instinct. As the man gasped for air, Paul saw the wallet that had fallen from his pocket—a photo of a woman and a small child.

But the "Iron Youth" was brittle. When the order came to go over the top, the world dissolved into a gray fever. Paul ran, not because he was brave, but because the mud behind him was exploding. He saw Kropp fall, his scream swallowed by a mortar blast. He saw the French wire tangling men like flies in a spider’s web.

Paul reached out, grabbing the boy’s tunic. "Think of the harvest, Franz. Think of the beer at the Red Lion. Just hold on."