I had come up with those poem 2 years ago when I was trying to create something to relate to a soldiers willingness to sacrifice themselves. Name: Dustin King Setting: Any battle of any war Genre: Historical Romantic fiction A Soldiers Legacy A wounded Soldier looks down at his gaping chest, then he looks up the sky, and realizes that it is beautiful He thinks about his wife, whose smile he will never see again His Unborn child who will never know its Father But he realizes that dieing is even worth it, to give them a world of peace
Dont take this the wrong way Totenkopf, but I have a personal problem with poetry that romances in any way warfare. Its a personal thing not shared by others I know. The poem itself is fine. In the vein of many before it. I just dont think in reality any soldier in that position would have those thoughts, and as such in my own selfish view don't think its realistic. But what do I know...I had same thoughts on most of the famous ww1 poets. Regards
mmmmmmm im not quite sure about that poem but i have one i thought id post. And when he gets to heaven, To St Peter he would tell, Another soldier reporting sir- I've served mt time in hell.
Is that the only one you know? You posted it on this thread too! http://www.ww2f.com/poetry/27990-skywards.html
You are not alone... While I quite like a lot of the Owen, Sassoon etc. as poetry, and a lot of it expresses well-worded anti-war sentiments; I also believe it's helped distort popular perceptions of the First War with the viewpoint of effete middle/upper-class intellectuals to the exlusion of most other perspectives. There's something of a 'silent majority' contemporary view of that war that's been masked by those chaps and their fame. Cheers, Adam.
I don't believe ANY soldier is 'willing'....far from it in fact. I shall rewrite the last line for you. A wounded Soldier looks down at his gaping chest, then he looks up the sky, and realizes that it is beautiful He thinks about his wife, whose smile he will never see again His Unborn child who will never know its Father And thinks...Oh F*ck I don't want to die!
And I think, that instead of taking someones personal writing, and editing it...you should stick to commenting on it. I liked the poem, the message, and I don't believe that you have a single right to edit it. You didn't write it.
The Greatest Gift It was a cold and sad Christmas eve Wishing we could be with the Family for one day of leave I sat at my post with my gun ready When a German appeared with his rifle held steady When we looked at each other we realized we had no fight With a wink and a smile he ran off into the night
I rewrote the poem this year, and I like this version much better. A Soldier's Legacy A wounded Soldier looks down at his gaping chest, Then up at the sky He realizes it is beautiful He longs for his family and his life back home, and tears flow from his eyes. Though through the pain he decides, It is alright if he dies. For he knows the sight before him, will one day be the world. Calm, quiet and empty of man's hate Able to relax, he closes his eyes and they remain forever shut.