Boys at War

            Wilfred Owen is the master of anti-war poetry and a favorite of mine.  In Arms And The Boy he speaks about boys and war.  The poem starts off saying

 

“let the boy try along this bayonet-blade/ How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;/ Blue with all malice, like a madman’s flash;

 

            Owens speaks about how we let are children play with toy guns and knifes and play war.  This poem reminded me of a military blog that really showed me that the men fighting overseas really are Boys.

            The author of the blog was going on a routine mission to check out three clinics.  The fist two clinics go by no problem, but in route to the third the 3rd clinic the road they are on dead ends.  So they turn around and try to drive through the old dirt road graveyard that they drove on to get the first clinics.  So there driving through the graveyard and the first MRAP gets stuck.  So the MRAP the author is in drives past and everyone starts yelling.  So they obviously think they are about to get stuck so they back up.  Turns out they had already went over the whole everyone was yelling about and backed right into it. 

            This funny, quirky story from Afghanistan to me shows how young our soldiers really are. Owen says in the final lines of the poem

 

“For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple./ There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;/ And God will grow no talons at his heels,/ nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.

 

            This story just really hammers home how we send the youth of our nation of to a foreign land to fight a foreign enemy equally as young.  The boys in this story had a good laugh at themselves in a war zone and if that doesn’t prove that they are just boys with arms noting else will.

           

MRAPs and Graveyards don’t mix

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