« I’m happy to fight for my country ! »
« I want to become a hero ! »
I was born in 1895, I am a young soldier.
« What is war ? » my little sister asked.
« For me war is synonym of honor and glory ! »
Before I said that…
Now I say nothing…
My eyes are open but I don’t breathe.
I died in 1914.
I’m just a dead body in the ground…
What is war ?
For me war is synonym of pain and mud.
For my last minute on earth, I didn’t see my family or larks in the sky.
I saw a rat and my friend David lying lifeless…
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