I cry not because some men gave their life for an ideal, but because some people made them think that they would make a better world by giving their life.

Honestly, when I go to Verdun, or when I watch a documentary about war, I mostly cry because I'm wistening the parangon of human stupidity and inherent evilness.
For some reason, WWI is the war that touches me the most. So many young lads sent to death for a few meters of swamp...That trully makes me sad.

Our last WWI veteran died a year ago. He was an italian immigrant, who actually had to lie about his age to enter the army at the beginning of the war. Back then, he could barely speak or write french, but wanted to fight for this country because it offered his family a roof and emboded in his opinion human rights and democracy. He still was thankful to France when he died, in march 2008.

I trully don't know how such men can keep such an enthousiasm and faith in the world after witnessing the horrors of WW1.