Road Back by Erich Maria Remarque — Read

In the afternoon we are sitting around in a brewery yard. From the office of the factory comes our company commander, Lieutenant Heel, and calls us together. An order has come through that representatives are to be elected from the ranks. We are astounded. No one has ever heard of such a thing before.

Then Max Weil appears in the courtyard, waving a newspaper and shouting: "There's revolution in Berlin!"