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464 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2008
No other army routinely punished entire units by ‘decimation’, executing randomly selected men. Only the Italian government treated its captured soldiers as cowards or defectors, blocking the delivery of food and clothing from home. Over 100,000 of the 600,000 Italian prisoners of war died in captivity - a rate nine times worse than for Habsburg captives in Italy. Statistically, it was more dangerous for the infantry to be taken prisoner than to stay alive on the front line.
What he did do was start a rolling purge of the officer corps that continued throughout his tenure; by October 1917, Cadorna had dismissed 217 generals, 255 colonels and 355 battalion commanders. This ungentlemanly harshness shocked the career officers, who became more frightened of being ‘torpedoed’ than of carrying out absurd orders or sacrificing their men’s lives pointlessly.
The Supreme Command’s conduct of the war from 1915 to 1917 was a classic example of what can go wrong without the scrutiny of a sceptical press. Servile journalists relayed the lies and misjudgements of the Supreme Command, which welcomed their reports as evidence of its wisdom. This closed loop encouraged the Command’s arrogance, hatred of criticism, brutal treatment of the troops, and a zero-sum attitude to its relations with government.
Rationally convinced that Austria was doomed, but unconsciously bent on engineering a conflagration that would let him smash the chains separating him from the woman he loved - what could be more Viennese, more human, banal and apocalyptic?
“Even if they took all of Bainsizza and Monte San Gabriele, there were plenty of mountains beyond for the Austrians. I had seen them. On the Carso they were going forward but there were marshes and swamps down by the sea. Napoleon would have whipped the Austrians on the plains. He never would have fought them in the mountains. He would have let them come down and whipped them around Verona. Still nobody was whipping anyone. Perhaps wars weren’t won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another hundred years’ war.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
‘’Most people’s neutralism was spontaneous and passive. Anti-war feeling was strongest amongst peasant farmers, for whom war was a calamity like famine or plague. Even for middle-class Italians, who provided most of the pro-war passion, strong feelings about Trento and Trieste were the exception. In most places, only the intellectuals were pro-war; business leaders were not’’
‘’The Austrians fought the Russians with their head but attacked the Italians with their whole soul’’
‘’ General Leone, alone on his mule, was climbing up a rocky slope between 2nd Battalion and the machine-gun unit. As the mule was moving along the edge of a steep drop, it stumbled and the general fell to the ground. The mule, unperturbed, kept walking along the edge of the cliff. The general was dangling over the precipice. He might fall off at any moment.There were a lot of soldiers about but nobody moved. Some of them winked at each other, smiling. A soldier rushed out from the machine-gun unit and threw himself down on the ground in time to save him. Without losing his composure, the general mounted his mule and went on his way. When the comrades from the machine-gun units reached the soldier who saved the general, I witnessed a savage assault. They pummeled him with punches. He was powerless to defend himself. They yelled ‘ Save the general! Admit that you were paid by the Austrians!’. The beating went on for too long. He had a black eye and a cheek covered with blood. He had lost his helmet’’

a narrative history, not based on methodical research into primary sources. Rather, it draws on original work by generations of scholars and writers.
Companions, can it be true? We are fighting with arms, we are waging war, the blood is spurting from the veins of Italy! We are the last to join this struggle and already the first are meeting with glory ... The slaughter begins, the destruction begins. One of our people has died at sea, another on land. All these people, who yesterday thronged in the streets and squares, boldly demanding war, are full of veins, full of blood; and that blood begins to flow ... We have no other value but that of our blood to be shed.
Burn, burn,
set fire to this world until it becomes a sun.
Devastate, smash, destroy,
Go forth, go forth, oh lovely human flail,
be plague, earthquake and hurricane.
Make a red spring
of blood and martyrdom
bloom from this old earth,
and life be like a flame.
Long live war!