1943

This poem kind of surrounds me with the image of war. To think of 17, 18 year old boys in school and the next moment in war and being killed really is a depressing thought. As talked about in class, milk is seen as a nurturing aspect. I see that as kind of supporting our troops and doing what the American people can do back home. We can nurture our troops to help them the best Americans can do. The analogy of frostbitten feet as white as milk was kind of weird. I mean I guess I can picture cold as white because snow is white and the sky is usually white. Also when bodies turn white it symbolizes a dead person, and milk is cold just like frostbitten feet. I can't really relate to people in my life who have gone off to war. I have had great uncles and my 2nd uncle go to Vietnam, but I do know neighbors and friends who live in fear every day because they are worried about their loved ones overseas. I can't even imagine how painful that feeling would be. This poem definitely brings out the pain and impact of war not only on the soldiers but loved ones back home.