The only good thing about WWI was it ended romantic glorification of war forever. It blew away the patriotism, propaganda & grandiose ******** & revealed it for what it was: industrialized mass murder on a huge scale. That lesson should have been learned in the Civil War, but people are too soon to forget the horror of war.
Here's what the great Hemingway wrote about it & how the odds of surviving modern warfare are stacked heavily against the soldier. I read this aloud to a Literature class in grad school circa 1975 when Vietnam was still ongoing but thankfully ending. He had been a volunteer ambulance attendant in WW1 (like poet e.e. Cummings & Walt Disney btw) & they had to clean up the gruesome gore & deal with the nightmarish bloody mess, it made them all lifetime pacifists.
* War is no longer made by simply analyzed economic forces if it ever was. War is made or planned now by individual men, demagogues and dictators who play on the patriotism of their people to mislead them into a belief in the great fallacy of war when all their vaunted reforms have failed to satisfy the people they misrule.
* We in America should see that no man is ever given, no matter how gradually or how noble and excellent the man, the power to put this country into a war which is now being prepared and brought closer each day with all the pre-meditation of a long planned murder. For when you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.
* They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for ones country. But in modern war there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.
* Hit in the head you will die quickly and cleanly even sweetly and fittingly except for the white blinding flash that never stops, unless perhaps it is only the frontal bone or your optic nerve that is smashed, or your jaw carried away, or your nose and cheek bones gone so you can still think but you have no face to talk with. But if you are not hit in the head you will be hit in the chest, and choke in it, or in the lower belly, and feel it all slip and slide loosely as you open, to spill out when you try to get up, it's not supposed to be so painful but they always scream with it, it's the idea I suppose, or have the flash, the slamming clang of high explosive on a hard road and find your legs are gone above the knee, or maybe just a foot gone and watch the white bone sticking through your puttee, or watch them take a boot off with your foot a mush inside it, or feel an arm flop and learn how a bone feels grating, or you will burn, choke and vomit, or be blown to hell a dozen ways, without sweetness or fittingness: but none of this means anything. No catalogue of horrors ever kept men from war. Before the war you always think that it's not you that dies. But you will die, brother, if you go to it long enough.
Notes on the Next War: A Serious Topical Letter, first published in Esquire (September 1935)
It's 74 yrs. old but still true. I was there at the gravesides when they buried friends & family from Korea & Vietnam. Go see The Hurt Locker & you will know what I mean, all the logic & propaganda always gets lost in the fog of war & the end result yrs later is those rows of headstones.