Just came across this today:
"The living who are in such a hurry, the living who have grown accustomed to war as to a hectic way of life, the living who cannot believe they will have to die themselves, they do not think of you anymore. It is as if death has not only ended your life, but annihilated it as well. For a little while you will continue to exist as a number on the quartermasters' list, a pathetic subject for a memorial speech; but you, human, you do not exist and it is as if you never have existed. What lies there below us [in that gorge] is carbon and hydrogen sulphide, covered in tatters of uniform, and we call it: dead. "
Diary of an Italian soldier, Alpine front, September 1916.