“Albert, what would you do if it were suddenly peace-time again?” “There won’t be any peace-time,” says Albert bluntly. “Well, but if--” persists Müller, “what would you do?” “Clear out of this!” growls Kropp. “Of course. And then what?” “Get drunk,” says Albert. “Don’t talk rot, I mean seriously--” “So do I,” says Kropp, “what else should a man do?”
