You gave your life. Boy.
And you gave a limb:
But he who gave his precious wits,
Say, what regard for him?
One had his glory,
One has found his rest.
But what of this poor babbler here
With chin sunk on his breast?
Flotsam of battle,
With brain bemused and dim,
O God, for such a sacrifice
Say, what reward for him?
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I understand what the author intended to say but I really don't find it necessary to pit one horror up against another, no need to decide which is better or worse, or more worthy. I'm not sure death is the deserving rest that she suggests, nor that the injured may agree with her notion of glory.
But yes, I understand what she wanted to show...the poor fellow who lost his mind due to injuries suffered in war. What is his reward, where is his justice, who is there to applaud his sacrifice?
War is a tragedy, they are all victims in different ways, all heroes in the same way. Laud the one who is over-looked, but not by comparison of others who suffered also.
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