Status Updates From Im Westen nichts Neues

“Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than child; in the wardrobe still hang short boy’s trousers - it is such a little time ago, why is it over”