The guns barked at the same time every day. The Germans would reply. Sometimes, without warning, they’d initiate the carnage.
They didn’t seem to get tired of pounding away at us. Their weapons were better than ours.
They took pride in their highly efficient war industry and, needless to say, we bore the brunt of it.
I’d have liked to see all the wise guys right there, in the heart of the inferno: Joffre, the president, the Kaiser, the ministers, the priests and every last general.
And my mother, too, for bringing me into this world.
We responded in kind, of course, caught up in a savage frenzy fueled by forty years of sanctioned hatred on both sides.
A monster had emerged, and its pestilential breath billowed from the cannons’ mouths.