When reading the poem telling tales of the tragedies the war had to offer, it disgusted me. Even after this poem was published, the same concept of war still stood in today's time. When we think about wars, we think about the bombs, the gas attacks, the emptiness black spots in today's soldiers' eyes, the constant "ecstasy of fumbling" for their lives and having consequences that tore many families' lives apart. How is it sweet and fitting for a soldier to die and leave behind a wife? A child who would never grow up to know who his father was and probably only has a dogtag with his father's name inscribed on it that his father's best friend, who managed to grab the dogtag before the bomb blew off his leg? He was probably the same guy who had to "fling him in" [behind the wagon]. Oh, that's very fitting and sweet, indeed!
And on top of that, if men were to think that maybe they didn't want to serve our country because, for once, they wanted to be selfish and grow old with grandchildren running around and look back to their lives and say, "t'was a fitting and sweet life!" without the damages of the war etched in their memories. They, then, probably would have been slapped with saying such as "you should be ashamed of yourself" or "you are no longer honorable in the eyes of United States." Isn't it fitting and sweet to be a citizen of United States and be a peaceful person, is it not fitting and sweet to live life in harmony and peace with no hatred or jealousy in this world? But since the world is full of war and violence, it is now de' sour et le' unfitting!
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