/lit/ - Literature

>>11986031
All Quiet on The Western Front.

The whole idea Remarque drives home at the end of the book how the reason young people are blown apart by war is because they don't have an established life and identity to cling to yet. All the older men and officers are okay because they already have families, histories, professions and things that make up who they are with witch to anchor their sanity in the face of the trences; but young people? All they have is their childhood, this small thing which is blown to smithereens by the war, and so they become the war. It's who they are.

It fucked me up, but in a way that I felt someone else finally understood who I was, that whole concept of being swallowed by your trauma, and feeling resonance about that with someone across time and space who took the time to write about it.