When I was 6, I was given two books of paintings/vignettes of events from The Great War
The red of blood mixing with the red of the pants of French soldiers as they lay dying
Dark soldiers highlighted against the sky as the traveled across a wasteland of watery shell holes.
the blinded, leading the blinded, leading the blinded after a gas attack
A man holding his dying friend.
After that, I heard the stories of my Great Great Grandfather, who served in the Canadian Expeditionary Force in 1916 - 1919
I read the stories of Robert Shankland, William Hall and Leo Clarke.
I was enamoured by the men who sacrificed so much for a pointless war that built my nation.