There are no devils or demons in that war—we were and are all human beings, every single one of us, from the most vulgar German to the most virtuous American, all people — human beings —— people who have families, people who have friends, people who had vibrant and complex lives, people who have ambitions, people who have hopes for the future, people who had histories in the past, people who enjoy interests and belly timber, people who laugh and cry, people who were sent to shoot guns, people whose laughter is stopped by threats of death, people who were forced to exchange bullets with people from another country, people indoctrinated by endless propaganda that bred hatred, people whose comrades were killed in an instant, people whose family will never see them again, people whose lives are ruined instantly or in months of terror and boredom, people whose future and ambitions will never be fulfilled, people whose history will never built up to any glorious future, people who will never enjoy their interest ever again, people who spent their last moment screaming in pain or in ignorance of the bullets heading their way, people whose corpse were never retrieved nor buried, people whose bodies became food to rats, people whose bodies were tore apart by artilleries and bullets and bayonets, people whose used the last moments of their life fighting for words on a paper telling them how to hate people, people who are were humans.

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We were perverted by the hatred on those damn propaganda posters; we were twisted into war machines by the fires of war, the blood of vengeance, and the ease of pulling a trigger. We were dragged into a camp that made us “patriotic” and “fit,” and we fought for America by killing people in another country — all because an archduke was assassinated in Austria. The politicians just one day decided to force millions of young Americans to become killers or corpses. They gild a thin layer of gold over the idea of murder and glorify it. I got a medal for killing people. I serve a country by destroying another. Strive for human progress? Bah! We put a thin layer of gold over old ideas, like the unending fighting in the old medieval age, but add in technologies more efficient at killing than ever before.

The United States is as rotten as ever. That is not my thoughts; that is the fact I know.