Chapter 241 - 241: To Become the King of Ireland?

As the second month of World War I began, the world seemed ever more determined to tear itself apart.

For those in high places—men bent over maps, ledgers, and neat columns of ink—the war still appeared simple. Lines shifted. Armies advanced. Losses were recorded, reduced to numbers that could be tallied, replaced, forgotten.

For the common soldier, it was simple in another way. His orders were clear. His purpose unquestioned. He marched where he was told, fought when commanded, and if he died, he did so believing there was meaning in it.

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