The Horror and Futility of War

“More than anything, he was appalled that he had been made to fire on people he didn’t know and to whom he, too, was a stranger. These were fathers of children. He had no quarrel with them. C’est complètement idiot la guerre. His Italian Alpine regiment had once stopped firing for three weeks on the Austrians, whose language many of them spoke; they had swapped loaves of bread for tobacco and taken pictures of each other. To the end of his life, Mr Ponticelli showed no interest in labelling anyone his enemy. He said he did not understand why on earth he, or they, had been fighting.” May Lazare Ponticelli, the last French foot soldier of WWI who has died at 110, rest in peace, and thanks to John J. Smalanskas.

The Best of Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.