Hello and welcome back. This is WAR 1870–1949: How Empires Rise and Fall. Episode One of our buildup arc is 1918–1919: The Peace That Continued the War.

The first thing to understand about the armistice is that it doesn’t feel like victory in the bodies of the people who survived. It feels like the gun finally stopping after you’ve lived so long with noise that silence itself is suspicious. The world in late 1918 is not a relieved world. It’s a stunned world. A world of men trying to walk on legs that aren’t there. A world of women who have learned to dread the sound of footsteps at the door. A world where influenza moves through weakened populations like a second army. A world of ration books, debt, and cemeteries that become permanent architecture.

So when leaders speak of “peace,” they are already lying a little—not out of malice, but because the word is too clean for what exists. What exists is exhaustion. What exists is grief. What exists is fear that the whole structure of society might go down if pressure isn’t released quickly.

And then the leaders gather to write the future.

They arrive in Paris and they arrive with ghosts behind them. Not poetic ghosts—actual ghosts, in the form of the dead who now sit in every voter’s memory. Every government comes with an invisible crowd standing behind it: widows, parents, the wounded, men who survived and cannot sleep. That crowd is not interested in nuance. That crowd wants the suffering to mean something. That crowd wants the war to be justified after the fact. And this is one of the most dangerous forces in history: the demand that unbearable pain must be explained by a morally satisfying outcome.