eath when it's proportions have reached a certain magnitude," (83). Probably the worst thing that Sajer had to witness was the death of his friend Ernst. To be in the middle of battle and find your friend with the lower part of their face reduced to a bloody pulp and then be helpless to do anything for them and then watch them die as they cling to your arm has got to insight a helpless rage the likes of which most could never fathom. There were times when the hunger and fatigue of the soldiers drove them to the point of sanity and made them incapable of grasping the reality of their situation. Ther
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