Wars are bad

My grandmother told me this story about her father who went to war. He was only 18. It was 1914. He didn't know anything about weapons, war and killing. He was a shepherd, a son of a shepherd and he knew only the flock. The only fight he saw was when rams were fighting for an ewe. But he went to the war, as he was drafted. He got a nice new uniform.

He didn't want to kill, so he always shot into the air, above the soldiers’ head. He said, they were just as human being as himself (it is my personal story)