I feel as though this poem shows a side of the war that seems to be forgotten. Everyone talks about the casualties and the dead body counts and how many helicopters had to take deceased soldiers back to America for their funerals. However, it’s forgotten that even the people who physically survived, were severely wounded on the inside. Their heart was still beating, but their mind was plagued with the terrors and pain of the war. Sympathy was shown worldwide for those who’s bodies died in war, but not the surviving minds. It should be taken into account that those soldiers suffering from post traumatic stress disorder may have been wishing they were among those in the caskets. Not left to suffer alone and in silence in their own minds.