It is truly disheartening. Men who sacrifice their lives being treated so poorly. Can you even imagine coming home after losing everything in the war and being treated so poorly? The poor man in this poem is having a hard enough time on his own; he doesn’t need the poor treatment. We immediately see how poor he is feeling as he is sitting in his wheelchair all alone watching everything go on around him. We know he has lost his legs, and it is so sad to watch him reminisce on the life he used to have. He had it all, he had women all over him, he was talented in sports, pretty much everything you could ever want. The idea to join the war clearly weighed on him, but he made the decision anyway. So many people saw him off, and very few saw him back. It is so sad that he is sitting out in the cold, helpless, just praying someone remembers to come get him. He prayed when he was at war, I promise you that, he prayed to come home alive and safe, and here he is, exactly where he wanted to be, praying for something more.

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