What music for my grandfather's memory ?

When I visited my grandmother before she died she gave me a rather thick package  wrapped into an old piece of wallpaper decorated with faded green palms.
It was her precious collection  of the postcards my Grandfather sent her throughout the four years of World War I.

He was in the Maroccan desert and walked the desert a lot, hardly sent news of ambushes and fights, not to upset her, as she was looking after two young boys and had to struggle to get work and food during rather long period.
Tonight, more than ever, my thoughts and feelings go to this familiar and beloved figure.
He was an orphan and had to leave home and school when he was hardly a man to feed himself and learn a trade.`
In Toulon he joined the Marine Forces and became a tailor in the Admiralty.
When he had to join his battalion, he was over thirty, a reservist and father of two boys but he had to go.I can remember how joyful he was when talking about these  long walks under scorching sun.
His hope in life gave him energy to survive hardship.
At the end of year 1919 my mother was born and he was so happy to have a litlle baby girl at last!
After the war with the help of his wife he settled his tailoring business, worked hard and had also a good life enjoying singing and dancing with grandma, as  Nice was a thriving and luxuriant place to live even when one was belonging to the working class.
He also liked having responsability in his trade as a tailor and became a Labour Court citizen.
Being a Socialist, he belonged to  the International Federation of Trade Unions.
What made him proud was that he was born  French! (not Italian, he was born after  1860, after the Turin Treaty when Nice became  part of France).
 Perhaps, as a Marine soldier, he was proud to fight for France during that period.
But during the Second World War, he went into Resistance with his cousins in Cannes -la-bocca,  we lost our cousin from La Bocca, Francis Tonner
Because of his commitment, the music I dedicate to his memory is the remembrance of the dreadful Craonne Fights where so many soldiers died in 1917.( He wrote to Grandma  he was lucky to walk the Maroccan desert because he knew so many comrades died in the tranchees in France).
Knowing his socialist ideal he would have been on the side of the  rebels.
Now I would have liked to ask him about all his comrades and memories of this war and what he thought in 1920 when the soldiers were judged for rebellion  and liberated.(some were executed in 1917).`

Last summer this song was forbidden by the Minister of Armies...
Many thanks to Chris Tof for this thoughtful, accurate and very moving upload I am sharing for  the memory of my Grandfather Antoine ( the new frame for his portrait   was offered to me by my young friend from Tizi-Ouzou, life is an amazing adventure!)