Facing It

Here's another blog since I know I'm well behind. On Wednesday, we got in small groups to be assigned a poem and to discuss it. I was in group 5. We got a poem about the Vietnam War called Facing It. It was a depressing poem. We ended up deciding on that he had been wondering why it wasn't him that died. Why had he remained alive but the others died? That left him feeling guilty. I could never imagine the pain that they're going through.