/lit/ - Literature

>>16424663
Writer and soldier as well.

what was his kill count? anyone know? did he at least kill a single person?

In Stahlgewittern?
More like In Sturmdrangen!
Junger is Goethe pilled.

>>11350146
>>11350185
>>11350306
>>11350336

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ju5HFoD20U

This documentary might answer some of your questions. Definitely worth watching.

>>11202031
>scurred
Do you know who ERNST JÜNGER was?

>He isn't an anarch
Why not tho?

>>9114856

But that's wrong though. Many of the original fascists in Germany were veterans of the Great War and the Freikorps. The Fuhrer himself was wounded in action several times and won the Iron Cross for valor.

>>8900106
Well there is his eagerness to go to war, to defend his country, to experience the rush of it and the adventure, the joy in it. The idea of a honorable soldier, who treats the enemy with the same respect they give him. Someone who is willing to sacrifice himself; obedience to orders and principles. He certainly enjoyed war as something that can not just bring out the worst but also the best in men. But as I said for the most part this is not presented as some deep political essay. He's just a good German, he doesn't shy away from the grueling and gruesome details of war, the longer it goes on the more it becomes some primordial hell. His descriptions of the Battle of Somme reminded me of a Bosch painting.
See if he was some intellectual sitting in his basement writing about just how awesome war is in principle while omitting its horrors and destructive nature, telling us how we should all go out to do it right now, I could understand the issue, but this literally what he perceived and experienced. Give a veteran a break, he doesn't need to pretend it wasn't also awesome and awe-inspiring sometimes between all the shit.

>Of all the stimulating moments in a war, there is none to compare with the encounter of two storm troop commanders in the narrow clay walls of a line. There is no going back, and no pity. And so everyone knows who has one or other of them in their kingdom, the aristocrat of the trench, with hard, determined visage, brave to the point of folly, leaping agilely forward and back, with keen, bloodthirsty eyes, men who answered the demands of the hour, and whose names go down in no chronicle.

>Libations after a successfully endured engagement are among the fondest memories an old warrior may have. Even if 10 out of 12 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.

>This area was meadows and forests and cornfields just a short time ago. There's nothing left of it, nothing at all. Literally not a blade of grass, not a tiny blade. Every millimeter of earth has been churned up and churned again, the trees uprooted and torn apart and ground to sludge. The houses shot to pieces, the bricks crushed into powder. The railway tracks turned into spirals, hills flattened, everything turned to desert. And everything full of corpses who have been turned over a hundred times. Whole lines of soldiers are lying in front of the positions, our passages are filled with corpses lying over each other in layers.

Do you agree with his views on war?