As World World One began, many men were drafted to join the war. People around the neighborhood would even encourage you to go and fight for your country. Well, there were many dissallusions of World War One as defined in “All Quiet”, and various other poems such as MCMXIV, How To Die, and The Conscientious Objector. People who entered the war had absolutely no idea of what war was like, many wrote poems, and stories to tell of the horrors and sadness of the war. For example, in the poem MCMXIV, there is the obvious symbolism of roman numerals s the title and on tombstones represents death.
The soldiers who just entered the war thought it would be a holiday, but once they realized what they got into, their innocence was shattered and their expectations were inversed. After the book(”All Quiet”), the a movie came out and showed the parents, teachers, and other town members were pushing their sons, and friends to join the war with a popular phrase of, “you’re the iron youth of Germany”. Things like that brainwashed them of feeling of war being great, and when they were in war, the remembrance of their ome and old life style would come to ‘haunt’ them.
The next poem, How To Die, is based on a soldier who is dying as what he remembered his piers told him about dying with dignity and honor. Most of the soldiers were tricked into believing that they should die with dignity, taste, and that there is some sort of glory in dying when infact you are dead…. that’s all you are, and have. Written by a women, The Conscientious Objector was very descriptive and showed how the soldiers and sorrounding people would come to realize death.
Death was acting like an enemy by rying to get information from her…information such as the positions of her comrads and enemies, “Am I a spy in the land of the living, that i should deliver men to death? ” In conclusion, World War One was not the fantasy world in which these kids and adults thought they were getting into. And Richard Roe’s and John Doe’s hops of heroism and survival were shattered once they reached the front lines, and saw their enemies face to face. As Stefan Zweig said in The Rushing Feeling of Fraternity, “Why did we fight? Why did we let ourselves get killed? ”