There I shall be on one side, and, since naturally you will go back into the Guards, you will be fighting on the other.

I shall be doing my best to kill Englishmen, whom I love, and they will be doing their best to kill me and those of my blood.
There's the horror of it, and it's that we must face.

If we met in a bayonet charge, Mike, I should have to do my best to run you through, and yet I shouldn't love you one bit the less, and you must know that.
Or, if you ran me through, I shall have to die loving you just the same as before, and hoping you would live happy, for ever and ever, as the story-books say, with Sylvia." "Hermann, don't go," said Michael suddenly.
"Mike, you didn't mean that," he said.
Michael looked at him for a moment in silence.
"No, it is unsaid," he replied.
Hermann looked round as the clock on the chimney-piece chimed.
"I must be going," he said, "I needn't say anything to you about Sylvia, because all I could say is in your heart already.

Well, we've met in this jolly world, Mike, and we've been great friends.

Neither you nor I could find a greater friend than we've been to each other.