Death and Beauty on the Western Front: My life on the Western Front

Blazing sunsets above blazing villages, glorious landscapes and cosy evenings with friends and comrades who he would never see again after the next bayonet charge, the pleasure in a glass of requisitioned champagne, the pride of fighting beside the major, the pain and hospitalisation from a battlefield injury; these are the scenes that were constantly played out in front of Alex-Victor von Frankenberg's eyes in 1914 and 1915.
Death and beauty existed side by side in a never-ending sequence o...