Personal Narrative: The First World War

It was the event that the world seemed to have evaded for centuries, A World War, four years of a living Hell. Bombs, gunshots, and revered young soldiers not coming home. The war itself was one of the most deadly, terrifying phenomenons on the planet, one, that no one could have foreseen would have such a great impact. The thoughts racing through my mind are incessant, and here are some of the thoughts that I would like to share.
The war was unfair. Put simply and without prevarication. Unfair for so many, so many families lost their sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, nephews, and adorations. They lost their main income, support, and shoulder to cry on. This is an unimaginable circumstance for me, and many others of my generation. One, that we pray and hope, will not jostle our world again.
Not only did this egotistic & gluttonous human act dismantle innocent families, it destroyed the whole world as one. It took down landmarks, some of the only remnants left of the ancient world, shook up steady, established allies between countries and continents, and wobbled what was once, a steadily turning planet. The world would never be the same again.
Lastly, the war never ended. People thought that once the Treaty of Versailles was signed, everything would go back to the way it was. It didn’t. Nothing would ever be like it was again. People and places were gone, never to be found again, along with the old ways that the world used to follow. Wars still rage on today, mimicking the great battle that is still fought today, humans against