You first meet all of the characters from a German platoon during World War I. They all have different personalities, but most of them share one. Most of the soldiers are in their late teens or early twenties. Except for one, who is in his forties. All of them have known each other for a short amount of time, but yet, they are willing to fight, and to die together in this war. I wonder if the reason they became so close to each other was because they were fighting for their lives together. They need to know that they can trust each other in this war; they need to know they have a friend. This piece affected me in a way that I feel I have not experienced before. In other war novels I have read, they were great books but they were different than this book. In this book, you get pulled in right away because the first chapter pretty much introduces all of the characters to you. It makes you feel like you were a new recruit in this platoon and that they were the ones that you would be fighting and living with. But, still, these questions linger. Why do we fight? Why do we kill? Is it a part of who we are, are we born killers, or are we shaped into killers? Or, maybe we are just forced to be killers. But, on the battlefield, you do kill with a cost. Every soul you take on the battlefield there is a chance that somebody else will claim yours. But is that really the cost you might pay? Or is the cost just that every time you claim somebody else's soul, it warps your own.