Oh goodie, a chance to post a couple of poems that I feel are relevant to the discussion. The first is by Siegfried Sassoon, a WWI veteran; the second is by Larry Rottman, a Vietnam vet:
Suicide in the Trenches
by Siegried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you?ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
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by Larry Rottman
A young man once went off to war in a far country,
and when he had time, he wrote home and said,
"Dear Mom, sure rains a lot here."
But his mother- reading between the lines as mothers
always do- wrote back,
"We're quite concerned. Tell us what it's really like."
And the young man responded,
"Wow! You ought to see the funny monkeys."
To which the mother replied,
"Don't hold back. How is it there?"
And the young man wrote,
"The sunsets here are spectacular!"
In her next letter, the mother pleaded,
"Son, we want you to tell us everything. Everything!"
So the next time he wrote, the young man said,
"Today I killed a man. Yesterday, I helped drop napalm
on women and children."
And the father wrote right back,
"Please don't write such depressing letters. You're
upsetting your mother."
So, after a while,
the young man wrote,
"Dear Mom, sure rains here a lot.