Two books that made me cry at the end and helped me shape my idea of war and what really is for the common men are “Il sergente nella neve” (the sargent in the snow) by Mario Rigoni Stern, which is about the retreat of the Armir (italian army in Russia) after the second Don offensive by the Red Army from the point of view of Stern, as they started the endless march back to Italy on foot, with the Red Army biting their asses. Almost 80.000 between dead and missing. Amazing piece of literature and yet another reason to despise fascism; and All quiet on the western front, which doesnt need many explanations.

Absolute chills everytime i think about those books and the images of tragedy and hopelessness they shaped so vividly in my mind.