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  • on The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy, on November 17, 2005
    This poem always makes me think about the real men huddled together in the fox holes of the past. Wars were faught differently then, "But ranged as infantry and staring face to face". The choice to enlist, a simple alternative to being out of work.

    This poem makes me wonder at how such a set of circumstances could contrive to bring two men together on a killing field, who would otherwise, perhaps have become friends.

    War sucks!