For a soldier on the front, the word “patriotism” is unclear because a simple soldier will never utter it. His patriotism is made of actions, not words.
Everyone loves me here. They gave me a separate room with a good bed. I compose music, read and think about my friend Doppe! If only he could be just as clever: go to work as a clerk, flirt with the inspector’s daughter and give piano lessons to the doctor’s children. He would have remained in the infirmary and enjoyed life!
Well, there’s nothing good about being wounded. However, I have taken steps to stay in hospital for longer. I flirted with the daughter of the hospital inspector, and got myself a job as a clerk in the police department. Very cunning.