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lot of british soldiers also had a great time abroad. “ww1 was awful” is a meme spread by leftie dorks like hemingway and remarque.
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You’re a clown. You don’t think WW1 was bad? If you were in a war, or even a battle, you would have PTSD and have a hard time being happy even after it. Don’t you dare disrespect what they fought for, you bat-shit crazy maniac.
…Well, it was. Unless you consider ducking in mud-covered trenches, surrounded by dead & decomposing soldiers & rats, all for days nonstop in no-mans land “a great time”. And those were the lucky ones, you don’t want to know what happened to those who were unfortunate enough to have inhaled mustard gas. And not even forgetting that the ones who did survive the war alive and intact had the Spanish Flu to look forward to…
Seriously, I can’t tell if the OP is trolling, or really batshit crazy.
Yeah, war is awesome. Mustard gas, moldy food, survivor guilt, PTSD, nightmares, trench foot....
But getting drunk and laid in Paris certainly outweighs the death, suffering, amputations in the minds of yhe ZRihht.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
- Wilfred Owen
I would say this young bloke knew, far better than you, the horrors of the trenches. His poem Dolce Et Decorum Est, is even more upsetting. WAR IS HELL!
I think Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon and Ivor Gurney would all disagree with you. Unless you think living in mud filled trenches with very little food and surrounded by rats, ending up in hospital with PTSD, and getting hit by shrapnel is a jolly good old time.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, watched sunsets glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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