This story is neither an accusation nor a confession and, least of all, anadventure because death is not an adventure to those who stand face to facewith it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even thoughthey may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war...

With these opening lines written across the screen, the Oscar-winning BestPicture, "All Quiet on the Western Front" began its spiraling road ofdeath, destruction, futility, and dreams turned into nightmares courtesy ofa war that was billed as "the war to end all wars."

Based on the novel by Erich Maria Remarque, who also served in World War I,we enter the lives of German schoolboys barely out of their teens who,having been coached by their elderly professor about the great honor of"fighting for the Fatherland," literally sign their lives away, but notbefore bearing witness to the horrors of war-like camp followers andoffering themselves on the altar to Death and his court.

Paul Baumer (Lew Ayres) is mesmerized by the sabre being rattled by hisprofessor and along with his congruous friends, Kantorek (Arnold Lucy),Franz Kemmerich (Ben Alexander), Leer (Scott Polk), Peter (Owen Davis,Jr.), Behm (Walter Rogers, Jr.), Albert (William Bakewell), Westus (RichardAlexander), Mueller (Russell Gleason) and Deter (Harold Goodwin), theydecides they should do their duty and defend the country that gave birth tothem. After all, they deduced, the war shouldn't take that long and they'llbe coming back to hearth and home before their meals have time to go cold.

The exuberance of youth on their faces, the daydreams of what they envisionwar to be, and the assured attitudes they own will eventually betray themand deposit them into the inferno of hell that only knows two things on thebattlefield -- life and death. The smiles and thoughts of glory will beerased from their faces at the first fatality they witness and, even then,they will deny it exists at all. Like cold, hard punches to the face, deathwill not be denied.

After the rigors of bootcamp for the friends, they are sent to the front;babes in the woods, thinking for all the world that they are on a lark.Their largest complaint is the pangs of hungry stomachs normally used tobeing fed on time. They will soon learn that food comes when IT is readyand not before.

They will make the acquaintances of battle scarred and seasoned soldiers,Katczinsky (Louis Wolheim) and Tjaden (Slim Summerville), who look upon thenew recruits initally as thorns in their sides and who will do their bestto get themselves killed because of their rawness. Katczinsky eventuallybecomes a father of sorts to his troops and it is under his wing that therecruits play out what is left of their lives.

The lives of the comrades are etched as tiny stories into the psyches oftheir beings and, as each is abruptly ended, they fade into the fabric ofhistory making a quilt of memories that sing of expectations cut down inthe flower of their youth.

The full circle of emotions and the letdown accompanying them is skillfullyplayed by this youthful cast. Lew Ayres was 21 years old when he made thisfilm and it gave his career the boost it needed to make him a star. Attimes, and they are few, his acting is a little wooden, but when the needis there for actions to speak louder than words, his body language projectsthe requirements necessary. Louis Wolheim was superb in his role and is theglue holding this film together. His seasoned grunt, weathered from frayswith the enemy too numerous to count and the pathos he projects, will staywith the viewer long after this film has ended.

Lewis Milestone won the Academy Award for Best Director for his work onthis film and was also one of the writers (uncredited) responsible forproducing a lean and elegant film that spills onto the fabric as one thegreat epics about war to have ever been made.

Cinematographer Arthur Edeson (Oscar nomination) has shown us the insanityof battle and the antipathy that accompanies it. In one scene, slightlyreminiscent of "Saving Private Ryan," a French solder is advancing upon theGerman trenches when a bomb goes off behind him. The next vision we see arehis hands and wrists, severed from his body that has disappeared, grippingbarbed wire strung to prevent the advancement of troops into home space.For a film of 1930, this had to be a first in special effects.

Paul returns to his village on leave and goes back to his old school. Hisprofessor is lecturing a new crop of young men on the virtues of going offto war and Paul can only listen to the same speech that befell him fouryears before. When he is asked by the professor to tell the class about the"glories" awaiting them, his response is to declare: "We live in trenchesand we fight. We try not to be killed -- that's all." A monumental letdownand shock to young boys who have now heard first-hand the way that REAL waris played. He has gazed into the jaws of death and lived to tell about itsviolence.

There is a scene toward the end of the film that predicts things to come.Katczinsky had always said the war would not be over until they "got" him.Paul returns from leave, finds him foraging for food in the forest for hismen and returns back to camp carrying his friend and comrade who had beenhit by a bomb dropped from a plane, but had initially suffered minorwounds. A second bomb explodes, but this time with deadly results.Unbeknownst to Paul, Katczinsky has been fatally injured. His one reasonfor coming back to the troop, leaving his own family -- the foreignness ofit -- and his small town behind, has now slipped away.

Later, Paul is shown in the trenches with a rifle as his only companionwhile he watches other soldiers bailing out water. It is an exercise infutility as it manages to begin its downward spiral back into the trenchwith each pouring. A lone harmonica plays. Paul notices through his shothole, a butterfly near a discarded tin can -- a slice of beauty on a fieldof death. Against all reason, he attempts to touch the delicate renderingsof life and when he is unable to do this from a safe position behind thesandbags bordering the trench, he leans over the top and to certain death.It is interesting to note that butterflies have historically been perceivedas purveyors of eternal life.

There is an eerie precursor of a scene that shows all the young friends asthey were when they marched off to war with visions of glory and victory.Each one looks back at the camera as they pass and underneath their ghostsis a large cemetery, iced with white crosses of those who have passedbefore them and who will continue to sap the landscape with their deaths.This is a timeless film in its approach to war and all it encompasses. Itis as fresh today as when it was made almost 73 years ago. Battles havealways been fought by youths who don't see the incredible sacrifices thatwill be made, but rather think of themselves as infallible and strangers todeath. But perhaps we should all be reminded of just why wars are foughtand, in the end, ponder the reasons of what it was all about in the firstplace.