I’ve seen the same in the most extensive documentaries of WW1.
Died for nothing at the very end
My grandfather’s younger brother, Joseph, was wounded on one of the last days of WWI. He died forty years ago, and I’ll tell his story for him, if only to keep the memory alive. A cigarette saved his life. He was taking cover in a large shell hole with two groups of men huddled on either side. He wanted a smoke, but no one on his side had a match. He was halfway across crawling to the other side when another shell fell into to the hole, killing everyone on either side. The shell ripped open his leg from ankle to hip, and he spent the next two years in the hospital.