How Men Suffered in the Great War

This book deals with a study of neurosis in relation to the war and writings
on assistance during the Great War.

“I’m not fond of telling this story, said the General, because each time, like
the old fool I am, it brings tears to my eyes ...

It’s about two boys, astonishingly gifted, full of heart and brains, that
nobody could meet without liking. I knew them when they were tiny little
fellows. At the time war broke out, the younger one, François, had just passed
his examinations for St. Cyr. He had no time to enter; he was rushed along in
the wholesale promotion and made second lieutenant then and there. Fancy what
it meant to him—epaulettes and battles at nineteen! His elder brother,
Jacques, a boy of twenty,—a really remarkable fellow in his studies, was hard
at work in the Law School, where he had taken honors. He went off to the front
as second lieutenant, too...

The two brothers were thrown together for the first time in the same brigade
of the “iron division,” as it was called—the younger in the 26th of the line,
the other in the 27th. They were quartered in a ruined village, and each day
they met, making themselves liked everywhere and enjoying a great popularity
with the soldiers on account of their youth and friendliness.

It soon got round that the St. Cyr boy’s regiment was going to get some hot
fighting. Jacques said nothing, but he went to his colonel and asked for
permission to take the place of his brother, whom he considered too little
prepared for what promised to be a violent engagement.

The colonel recognized the generosity of this request, but he cut the young
man short.

“An officer can’t be transferred from his own corps to another,” he said.

The day fixed for the attack came. The first company—François’ company—was
sent ahead to skirmish. It was simply mowed down. Another followed, and then
another. They finally had to fall back, leaving their dead and part of the
wounded on the field. The little second lieutenant was not among those who
returned.

Two days later our men took the offensive again. The elder brother, storming
the German trenches with his regiment, passed close by the body of his little
François as it lay there all shot to pieces. A bit farther on, a bullet caught
him in the shoulder.

His captain ordered him back to have the wound dressed; he refused, kept on,
and was hit full in the forehead.

The bodies were taken up and carried back to the ruins of the village. The
sappers of the 26th said:

“He was a fine fellow, that little second lieutenant. He shan’t go underground
without a coffin, at any rate. Let’s make one for him.”...