My Grand-father was a "poilu", from the WW1. The term "poilu" comes from Napoleon army meaning "The Hairy one" or the "courageous one" for the Infantrymen. He spent four years in the mud sharing his meals with rats, including the trenches of Verdun, incorporated in a "Crapouillot section" the ancestor of the mortar. While my uncles and my other grandfather didn't come home, he returned to his region of the Pyrenees, living quietly but living nightmares every night ...
Two unique photos of "Charles", he would have 117 years now