Wow!
My Dad went over and arrived in France the day after the Armistice was signed.
Being an educated guy, they gave him a job in the General’s office, cashiering out the troops who were going home.
He was 18 years old.
He got to come home in July, 1919.
Just in time for Prohibition!
It saddens me that the sacrifices made are forgotten the rewriting of history or the avoidance of covering it all together.