Storm of Steel

by

Ernst Jünger

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The Complex Reality of War Theme Analysis

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Storm of Steel is an undeniably war-ridden book. Jünger enthusiastically chronicles his experiences, from the time he’s a timid young soldier in 1914, to his days as a jaded veteran near the end of the war in 1918. Yet it is hard to call this memoir a celebration of war. In fact, careful attention to Jünger’s narrative shows that, while he remains steadfast and untiring in his duty, there’s little trace of glamor in his view of combat. Rather, he views it as an unsettling experience that has room for extremes of suffering, hilarity, domesticity, and regret. By avoiding heavy-handed pronouncements and simply chronicling his varied experiences in this way, Jünger suggests that war can’t be limited to abstract ideals, but must be understood in terms of human experience, which defies categorization.

At the outset of World War I, a naïve Jünger and his fellows look upon war as an adventure. They even have a romantic outlook on war: “We had come from lecture halls, school desks and factory workbenches […]  Grown up in an age of security, we shared a yearning for danger, for the experience of the extraordinary. We were enraptured by war. We had set out in a rain of flowers, in a drunken atmosphere of blood and roses. Surely the war had to supply us with what we wanted; the great, the overwhelming, the hallowed experience.” The young men desire something from war—it owes them something, in fact—an almost mystical experience.

After being shelled in a French village on their first day, however, the men find that war shows its true nature. “War had shown its claws, and stripped off its mask of cosiness. It was all so strange, so impersonal. We had barely begun to think about the enemy, that mysterious, treacherous being somewhere. This event, so far beyond anything we had experienced, made such a powerful impression on us that it was difficult to understand what had happened. It was like a ghostly manifestation in broad daylight.” Very quickly, the young soldiers have been disillusioned regarding the hideous nature of war. Far from catering to their youthful whims, war is “impersonal,” uncanny, and uncontrollable.

As Jünger becomes further acquainted with war as a mysterious, unpredictable force, he finds it reflected in his own experience in uncategorizable ways. Jünger frequently juxtaposes the horrible chaos of war with the unaccountable emotions of young men under the pressures of life and death: “Casualties huddled by the roadside, whimpering for water, prisoners carrying stretchers came panting back […] On either side, shells spattered the soft ground, heavy boughs came crashing down. A dead horse lay across the middle of the path, with giant wounds, its steaming entrails beside it. In among the great, bloody scenes there was a wild, unsuspected hilarity.” In the midst of suffering, vivid images of death, and the ongoing threat of destruction, there is nothing to explain such “hilarity”—it’s a further expression of war defying neat categorization.

Another example of this defiance of categories is that, even in the nightmarish trenches, a kind of homey domesticity often prevails: “We sat on long summer evenings cheerfully on its clay ramparts, while the balmy air wafted the sounds of our busy hammering and banging and our native songs in the direction of the enemy; we plunged over beams and chopped wire while Death with his steel club assaulted our trenches and slothful smoke slunk out of our shattered clay ramparts. Many times, the colonel wanted to transfer us out to a quieter section of the regimental line, but each time the company begged him as one man to let us remain in C Sector.” Such poetic passages bely the ugliness of war, yet for Jünger, they are a frequent expression of the affectionate comradeship, an attachment to specific people and places, that characterizes war. Being a soldier is not simply a question of abstract, romanticized ideals.

Jünger often recalls a young British soldier he shot in one of his last major battles: “Outside […] lay my British soldier, little more than a boy, who had been hit in the temple. He lay there, looking quite relaxed. I forced myself to look closely at him. It wasn’t a case of ‘you or me’ any more. I often thought back on him; and more with the passing of the years. The state, which relieves us of our responsibility, cannot take away our remorse; and we must exercise it. Sorrow, regret, pursued me deep into my dreams.” Jünger recognizes that, according to the logic of war, he was justified in killing this “boy.” Yet, at the same time, his sorrow is genuine and lasting, and something he’s not at liberty to ignore. Not long after this, Jünger finds his appetite for war perceptibly decreasing. As Jünger comes to terms with the probability that Germany will lose the war, “there crept over me a mood I hadn’t known before. […]  Things were less dazzlingly distinct. And I felt that the purpose with which I had gone out to fight had been used up, and no longer held. The war posed new, deeper puzzles. It was a strange time altogether.” No longer a field for the enactment of principle or purpose, war is now a “puzzle,” one that Jünger doesn’t clearly resolve in the book. Rather, he offers his whole experience as an illustration that war is never quite what one wants or expects it to be.

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The Complex Reality of War Quotes in Storm of Steel

Below you will find the important quotes in Storm of Steel related to the theme of The Complex Reality of War.
In the Chalk Trenches of Champagne Quotes

We had come from lecture halls, school desks and factory workbenches, and over the brief weeks of training, we had bonded together into one large and enthusiastic group. Grown up in an age of security, we shared a yearning for danger, for the experience of the extraordinary. We were enraptured by war. We had set out in a rain of flowers, in a drunken atmosphere of blood and roses. Surely the war had to supply us with what we wanted; the great, the overwhelming, the hallowed experience. We thought of it as manly, as action, a merry duelling party on flowered, blood-bedewed meadows. [] Anything to participate, not to have to stay at home!

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 5
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Douchy and Monchy Quotes

The desolation and the profound silence, sporadically broken by the crump of shells, were heightened by the sorry impression of devastation. Ripped haversacks, broken rifles, scraps of cloth, counterpointed grotesquely with children’s toys, shell fuses, deep craters from explosions, bottles, harvest implements, shredded books, battered household gear, holes whose gaping darkness betrayed the presence of basements, where the bodies of the unlucky inhabitants of the houses were gnawed by the particularly assiduous swarms of rats; […] trenches dug through the ravaged gardens, in among sprouting bulbs of onions, wormwood, rhubarb, narcissus, buried under weeds; on the neighbouring fields grain barns, through whose roofs the grain was already sprouting; all that, with a half-buried communication trench running through it, and all suffused with the smell of burning and decay. Sad thoughts are apt to sneak up on the warrior in such a locale, when he thinks of those who only recently led their lives in tranquillity.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 39
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Daily Life in the Trenches Quotes

Throughout the war, it was always my endeavour to view my opponent without animus, and to form an opinion of him as a man on the basis of the courage he showed. I would always try and seek him out in combat and kill him, and I expected nothing else from him. But never did I entertain mean thoughts of him. When prisoners fell into my hands, later on, I felt responsible for their safety, and would always do everything in my power for them.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 58
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Guillemont Quotes

Over the ruins, as over all the most dangerous parts of the terrain, lay a heavy smell of death, because the fire was so intense that no one could bother with the corpses. You really did have to run for your life in these places, and when I caught the smell of it as I ran, I was hardly surprised - it belonged to there. Moreover, this heavy sweetish atmosphere was not merely disgusting; it also, in association with the piercing fogs of gunpowder, brought about an almost visionary excitement, that otherwise only the extreme nearness of death is able to produce.

Here, and really only here, I was to observe that there is a quality of dread that feels as unfamiliar as a foreign country. In moments when I felt it, I experienced no fear as such but a kind of exalted, almost demoniacal lightness; often attended by fits of laughter I was unable to repress.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Related Symbols: Death
Page Number: 93
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Retreat from the Somme Quotes

As far back as the Siegfried Line, every village was reduced to rubble, every tree chopped down, every road undermined, every well poisoned, every basement blown up or booby-trapped, every rail unscrewed, every telephone wire rolled up, everything burnable burned; in a word, we were turning the country that our advancing opponents would occupy into a wasteland.

As I say, the scenes were reminiscent of a madhouse, and the effect of them was similar: half funny, half repellent. They were also, we could see right away, bad for the men’s morale and honour. Here, for the first time, I witnessed wanton destruction that I was later in life to see to excess; this is something that is unhealthily bound up with the economic thinking of our age, but it does more harm than good to the destroyer, and dishonours the soldier.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 128
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In the Village of Fresnoy Quotes

Such libations after a successfully endured engagement are among the fondest memories an old warrior may have. Even if ten out of twelve men had fallen, the two survivors would surely meet over a glass on their first evening off, and drink a silent toast to their comrades, and jestingly talk over their shared experiences. There was in these men a quality that both emphasized the savagery of war and transfigured it at the same time: an objective relish for danger, the chevalieresque urge to prevail in battle. Over four years, the fire smelted an ever-purer, ever-bolder warriorhood.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 140
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Against Indian Opposition Quotes

In the evenings, I took a stick out of the corner and strolled along narrow footpaths that went winding through the hilly landscape. The neglected fields were full of flowers, and the smell grew headier and wilder by the day. Occasional trees stood beside the paths, under which a farmworker might have taken his ease in peacetime, bearing white or pink or deep-red blossoms, magical apparitions in the solitude. Nature seemed to be pleasantly intact, and yet the war had given it a suggestion of heroism and melancholy; its almost excessive blooming was even more radiant and narcotic than usual.

It’s easier to go into battle against such a setting than in a cold and wintry scene. The simple soul is convinced here that his life is deeply embedded in nature, and that his death is no end.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 143
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Langemarck Quotes

My steel helmet pulled down over my brow, staring at the road, whose stones shot sparks when iron fragments flew off them, I chewed my pipe and tried to talk myself into feeling brave. Curious thoughts flashed through my brain. For instance, I thought hard about a French popular novel called Le vautour de la Sierra that had fallen into my hands in Cambrai. Several times I murmured a phrase of Ariosto’s: ‘A great heart feels no dread of approaching death, whenever it may come, so long as it be honourable.’ That produced a pleasant kind of intoxication, of the sort that one experiences, maybe, on a rollercoaster. When the shells briefly abated, I heard fragments of the lovely song of ‘The Black Whale at Askalon’ coming from the man next to me, and I thought my friend Kius must have gone mad. But everyone has his own particular idiosyncratic method.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Related Symbols: Steel
Page Number: 171
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Flanders Again Quotes

It was the first time in the war that I’d come across an example of a man acting up, not out of cowardice, but obviously out of complete indifference. Although such indifference was more commonly seen in the last years of the war, its display in action remained very unusual, as battle brings men together, whereas inactivity separates them. In a battle, you stand under external pressures. It was on the march, surrounded by columns of men moving out of the battle, that the erosion of the war ethos showed itself most nakedly.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 195
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The Great Battle Quotes

A bloody scene with no witnesses was about to happen. It was a relief to me, finally, to have the foe in front of me and within reach. I set the mouth of the pistol at the man’s temple - he was too frightened to move - while my other fist grabbed hold of his tunic, feeling medals and badges of rank. An officer; he must have held some command post in these trenches. With a plaintive sound, he reached into his pocket, not to pull out a weapon, but a photograph which he held up to me. I saw him on it, surrounded by numerous family, all standing on a terrace.

It was a plea from another world. Later, I thought it was blind chance that I let him go and plunged onward. That one man of all often appeared in my dreams. I hope that meant he got to see his homeland again.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 233
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Suddenly there was a deafening crash on the edge of the trench. I got a blow on the skull, and fell forward unconscious. When I came round, I was dangling head down over the breech of a heavy machine-gun, staring down at a pool of blood that was growing alarmingly fast on the floor of the trench. The blood was running down so unstoppably that I lost all hope. As my escort assured me he could see no brains, I took courage, picked myself up, and trotted on. That was what I got for being so foolish as to go into battle without a steel helmet. In spite of my twofold haemorrhage, I was terribly excited, and told everyone I passed in the trench that they should hurry to the line, and join the battle.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Related Symbols: Steel
Page Number: 252
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British Gains Quotes

At such moments, there crept over me a mood I hadn’t known before. A profound reorientation, a reaction to so much time spent so intensely, on the edge. The seasons followed one another, it was winter and then it was summer again, but it was still war. I felt I had got tired, and used to the aspect of war, but it was from this familiarity that I observed what was in front of me in a new and subdued light. Things were less dazzlingly distinct. And I felt that the purpose with which I had gone out to fight had been used up, and no longer held. The war posed new, deeper puzzles. It was a strange time altogether.

Related Characters: Ernst Jünger (speaker)
Page Number: 262
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