Erich Maria Remarque. Three comrades (№ 13342)

I never forget that face, never forget how it fell to me, beautiful and expressive as it beamed with affection and tenderness, as it bloomed in that glowing silence, I will never forget, as her lips reached for me, eyes close to mine, how close they looked at me questioningly and seriously, and then those large shimmering eyes slowly closed, as if surrendering...
And the fog swirled around. From his ragged shreds sticking out pale and grave crosses. I took off his coat, and we hid them. The city sank. Time died...