As someone born after World War 2 and long after World War 1, I don't feel that it is my place to imagine it second hand. I wanted to put something here that would make people consider the reality of war.
Wilfred Owen wrote "Dulce et Decorum est" in 1917. He was killed in action on 4 November 1918, exactly one week (almost to the hour) before the signing of the Armistice and was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant the day after his death. His mother received the telegram informing her of his death on Armistice Day, as the church bells were ringing out in celebration.
"Dulce et Decorum est" was published posthumously in 1920.