In 1914 he exploded one of the two largest military rout of history. Then, when it was learned that it would not be the only; It went down in history as the first world war. I can vaguely imagine all that devastation. Thousands and thousands of dead and maimed, screams and explosions booming in grim scenarios. All impregnated with dust, mud, smell of gunpowder and corpse. The future light veiled by smoke blind human ambitions. I also imagine the almost living bodies scattered on the ground.
Outstretched hands begging other hands. Each fighter was one of the provisional survivors of the last minute of the last detonation. And also I can hear the moans, the cries and pain. Until then, Alexander Fleming had not discovered penicillin. Many were no new wounds but by infections. The only thing that could help to live were few antiseptics and, above all, the amputations. The cries, the cries weren’t useless.
But even so, the wounded insisted on complain. Already with little water, with little food they exhale the spirit in pain. No point in them, but continue contacting their suffering. They use the lament sobrado for spilling the last drops of life today many are happy to live in peace, our conditions seem idyllic. That of course, if we compare them with those fields of battle. However, we are still complaining. It is one of the most common practices of human beings from birth. Each stage of life gives you new ways and perfect. Certainly not always with complaints something can be resolved. So some have asked what is the utility of complain. Then, after responding that he lacks practical purpose they have made their proposals. They have given the Council abolish all complaints, all criticism and all lament. In doing so, however, an adult leaves one of the most important relief channels.