Yet again, I am reading a book about World War 2.
It seems to be something I really 'enjoy' discovering. Probably due to the fact my family, like many others, was directly involved in those days. Witnessing its lack of common sense, and a harsh way to declutter. However cruel and inhuman that sounds.
If I think of a more distant history though, war was always there. There is no country created, restored, developed, or defeated otherwise than in a conflict involving violence, weapon, and attacks on freedom.
I guess I need these kind of novels to re-appreciate what I have. And in that sense, I enjoy them...