Today’s Memorial Day, and, in addition to being a day when people across the country mark the unofficial beginning of summer by throwing steaks, burgers, dogs or fish on the grill, it is a time to honor veterans’ service.
I read yesterday in Parade magazine about Frank Buckles, America’s last remaining World War I veteran, or doughboy, and his campaign to establish a National World War I memorial on the Mall in Washington, DC.
American soldiers like Buckles entered the “War to End All Wars” relatively late in the game, in 1917, after then-President Woodrow Wilson had successfully campaigned for re-election in 1916 on the slogan, “He kept us out of war.”
For millions of others, though, their fighting had already ended with their death.
The years of trench warfare and the development of the machine gun had led to hundreds of thousands of young men being slaughtered in “no man’s land” over what ultimately turned out to be hundreds, and at times dozens, of yards, in battles at the Somme and Verdun, among others.
These deaths were accompanied by nearly as high numbers of men dying in the trenches due to the diseases that ran rampant throughout them.
Such staggering rates of mortality lofty visions of a short, bloodless and seemingly noble campaign-there were predictions of the war ending by December 1914-understandably led to a changed vision of the war.
In The Great War and Modern Memory, Paul Fussell documents those changes through an analysis of the work of many of the leading war poets.








