Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Why?

Author's note: After reading the first 3 chapters of All Quiet on the Western Front, It did not seem like these men really understood what this war was about. This was inspired by the quote, "And the fat, weeping woman at home to whom I must write. If only the letter were sent off already!". Soldiers do not realize how it is so easy to take away a loved one from an innocent family. 
 
 


Why is it that I am here
How come these people are enemies
People others call friends,
Family, good men

Forced to take the lives of men
With no knowledge of what they've been through
What they've done
What they or there family have got to lose

Every step through the battle field
Unfamiliar faces lie there with no recognition
But it is as if I have seen them a thousand times
In my everyday life when everyday was almost guaranteed

Only just a few hours ago
Killing these men was nothing to think of
Trying to keep my men and I safe
My men who have grown into my family

Know I have seen the light through my own eyes
Seen the destruction and agony
I have only one question to ask...

Are we fighting for our countries?
Or fighting someone else's fight?




Friday, March 2, 2012

Gone for Good

Author's Note: After reading the first chapter of "All Quiet on the Western Front", I was asked to write about what emerging motifs I had seen throughout the chapter. Something really caught my eye was the reoccurring phrases that suggested death as nothing, almost like killing a bug, easy and you do not think about it twice.

An emerging motif would be the idea how it is so common and easy for people to die, people do not think of it as someone losing their ability to walk on the earth. While awaiting their rations for the day, they were harassing the cook who said that they could not receive more supply since they were only 80 of the 150 men he had to serve. One of the men stated, "They won't be fed by you to-day. They're either in the dressing-station or pushing up daisies"(4). Typically no one would just casually say that they are dead without even a hint of remorse in their voice. Life is something to be cherished and preserved just like their cigarettes and tobacco. They cherish these items because they are the only things they know that they can keep and will not be gone in just one gun shot. Relying on people making it through the harsh war, always in a constant fear and struggle just to keep up with their health, is far more riskier than relying on some inanimate object.