Nov 11, 1918: the end of World War I. The first of the two worldwide useless slaughters. The first where chemistry played a huge damned role.
No heroes. No winners. No warriors. No justice. No peace. It’s a pity that peace lasted only 21 years after that.
Just a red ocean of blood and a gigantic bunch of miserable, ripped human remains, pieces of bodies thrown here and there, mutilations, mixed with torn photographs, letters, medals, dirty clothes, small signs of lost innocent lives, in the fumes of an idiotic apocalypse.
A triumph of weeping people. Silently crying tears of death, suffering, rapes, starvation, losses and despair.
Every single country has its own temple to the Unknown Soldier. Impressive burials for one single dead young man representing all those who died with no name.
You hypocrite! Celebrating the sacrifice of the many victims does not dismiss the conviction of war criminals with their smoking guns.
There is only one sincere way to celebrate the end of WWI: Stop all wars! Now.It’s a dream, a fantasy, an illusion. Wars are so lucrative.
Rather, remember the spontaneous cease-fires around Christmas day in those years between the opposed soldiers, in their muddy trenches. Suddenly the nobody’s land became everybody’s land. They were real men, they knew what brotherhood, comprehension, peacefulness, real hard work means.
And this is what we want to celebrate. Make their sacrifice useful.
Peace be with you all.