The Question lit up a cigarette then threw away the match as he stood on top of a random apartment building in the middle of his city. He walked over to the edge of the building, enjoying his smoke as he looked over his city while reminiscing.
Germany. That’s where it all started for me. The Great War, the War to End all Wars, that’s what the radio called it. It was 1917, I had just turned 18 and graduated high school, the government had declared war on the German Empire, and they needed able-bodied young soldiers to fight their enemies in the name of democracy. I became the first person in my family to become involved with the military. My grandfather came to America just after the Civil War, and by the time the Great War started, my dad was considered too old for the government’s interests.
When I got there, I saw things that a lot of Americans back home should’ve been glad they’d never have to see. Heads blown off, bodies set on fire, men try