The two begin to argue. At the same time they lay a bottle of beer on the result of an air-fight that’s going on above us. Katczinsky won’t budge from the opinion which as an old Front-hog, he rhymes:

“Give ’em all the same grub and all the same pay

And the war would be over and done in a day.”

“Give ’em all the same grub and all the same pay And the war would be over and done in a day.”