Megli wrote:Dark, powerful. What provoked it, Cursuswalker? Lot of disgust and bitterness behind it too (and quite right)...have you been a soldier yourself? It's also very rhythmic and pounding. Thanks for sharing!
Fair questions. Firstly, no I am not a soldier and have never aspired to be one.
In 2004, on the 60th anniversary of D-Day, I spent all day indoors having an apallingly lazy day marking essays and watching a succession of documentaries on the horrors of that day. After hours of this I felt totally immersed in what the soldiers had gone through....or at least as much as I could be while sitting on my comfortable sofa in my nice warm house.
The last programme I watched was about the modern binge drinking culture. I remember seeing an image of a passed-out drunk young man lying on a pavement, and immediately was grabbed by the similarity between his body's position and those of dead soldiers on the beaches at Normandy.
It got me thinking...could he have been one of those soldiers if he had happened to be born then? And what is better: to have him passed-out drunk like that, utterly unappreciative of the sacrifices others made in order for him to have the decadent lifestyle he is able to enjoy, or to have him brave, tough, self-sacrificing and dead?
I just remember feeling so angry at how little we can value our freedoms and what others had to do in order to ensure we kept/won them.
I wrote the poem, in one draft, before going to bed that night.