On the day of writing it is 11th November, 2018. World War I ended one hundred years ago today.
Enough has been said about the war already. Millions died for no special cause. It was the beginning of the end for Europe. It brought about communist revolution, disease, WWII, and much more besides.
WWI is proof that, while whites might have a relatively high average IQ, we still manage to be far stupider than anyone else.
All I want to say is this:
Boys, nobody cares whether you live or die, or how much you suffer. Maybe your immediate family. Maybe a handful of close friends. Maybe your dog will miss you. But certainly no one else.
Society doesn’t care. The gods don’t care. Women care least of all.
Wilfred Owen writes of a disabled veteran:
Tonight he noticed how the women’s eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
In a town two hours’ drive away there is a Commonwealth War Grave from the subsequent conflict. We saw the neat rows of plaques dutifully engraved by the industrial processes of officialdom for Englishmen, Scots, Indians, Malays, South Africans, Sudanese and various other brave subjects the British Empire. There was only one epigraph that could bring tears to my eyes, and does so again as I repeat it:
In loving memory of David
We miss you
Mum and Dad