26th May Home-Learning: Poetry Analysis
We Slept With Our Boots On
They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes
They washed out the blood, we loaded our ruck’s and then took to the skies
Over the mountains, villages, and valleys we flew
Where we would land we had not a clue
Bullets are flying, the LZ is hot
We’re leaving this bird whether we like it or not
30 seconds they yelled, Lock N Load and grab your shit
Get ready to go and make it quick
My heart is pumping adrenalin through all of my veins
I run as fast as I can through the lead rain
The noise is tremendous, terror I can’t define
The only reason I survived that day was divine
I kept pulling the trigger and reloading and pulling some more
You do what you have to do, with that I will say no more
We fought from the valleys to the mountain peaks
From house to cave, to car to creek
Dirty and tired and hungry and scared
We slept with our boots on so we were always prepared
Those majestic mountains so steep, so high they kiss the skies
The Hindu Kush has changed so many lives
Up the mountains with heavy loads we trod
Who knew hell was so close to God
Beauty and terror are a strong mixed drink
So we drank it like drunkards and tried not to think
Good men and bad men, Mothers lost son’s
Everyone loses their innocence when they carry guns
Washed in the blood, and baptized by fire
I will never forget those who were called higher
They say blood is thicker than water, well lead is thicker than blood
Brothers aren’t born they’re earned. In the poppy fields, the tears, and the mud
And when I get to heaven to Saint Peter I will tell
Another Paratrooper reporting for duty sir, I spent my time in hell
Steve Carlsen
(Task 1) Firstly, a bit of background information on Steve Carlsen:
Steve Carlsen was born and lives in Dowagiac Michigan. He joined the United States Army in October 2000 and went to Infantry Basic Training, and Airborne School in Ft. Benning Georgia. He then reported to D Company 1st battalion 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. 82nd Airborne Division in Ft. Bragg North Carolina. He deployed to Kosovo in November 2001 as part of peace keeping operations. He Deployed to Afghanistan in of December 2002 where he participated in combat operations. He was honorably discharged from the Army in 2003. He currently attends Southwestern Michigan College where his professor, Dr Michael Collins challenged him to write about his experiences.
And therefore, Steve Carlsen would be a frontline soldier at Afghanistan - He would have experienced personally the true entirety of war.
(Task 2) Analysis:
POV:
In the poem, the POV is of a frontline soldier, possible Steve Carlsen himself on one of his missions. The first stanza drops the reader straight into the war zone itself. The use of military slang such as 'LZ' and 'Lock N' load' further immerses the reader into the situation. The first stanza also gives an instant ugly depiction of war through the very first few lines "They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes". This instantly shows the ugly reality of war.
The fact that immediately after "They washed out the blood", the persona boarded the same helicopter that was used to transport dead and wounded soldiers towards the war zone, where eventually they themselves will become the same dead and wounded soldiers being transported back and then it will result in a cycle of neverending horrors. However, the fact that in the entire poem, this was the only mention of death amongst fellow soldiers can show that the persona is either willing himself to ignore the atmosphere of death and destruction or that he has just seen to much of it. Either way, the persona seems to possess very assertive control over his emotions (normally what a war veteran would be like) so that he doesn't get affected much by seeing his fellow brothers-in-arms die. But through the rest of the poem, we can see this is not true at all; the persona is constantly fighting a battle inside of him. This is seen through how occasionally he shows signs of fear and resentment, both very human and very strong emotions. Basically, what seems to be a mechanical (robots, beep beep) cycle of life, bang and death is interrupted by human emotions.
Setting:
In the poem, the setting is pretty obvious. Afghanistan in the 21st Century, when America decides to launch an offensive against the Jihadists. America had not seen war for some time after the gulf war, and most of the soldiers sent there were merely rookies, be it sergeants, captains, the lowly private, not many had seen true war. In the poem, the setting is in a middle of a war zone, but the true battle, however, is fought within the persona, a battle against himself, and the conflict, Man VS Mind. The author, in a desolate reenactment of Hell where there is no salvation to be found, must find salvation within himself. The poem constantly shows turmoil and confusion of mind within the husk of a veteran of war.
Language/Diction:
In the poem, there are many instances of the use of army slang. This is used to great effect in the sense that it shows how frantic wartime really is. It also immerses the reader into the poem. However, there were references to religion. The fact that the reader responded to St Peter's in a military-like manner shows the degradation of the human psyche through battle - everything was mechanical, and it's a never-ending cycle. It almost seems as if it is your duty to die, to sacrifice, that it is your mission to fight for your country, and end up in Heaven. The degradation is really the fact that even religion, even God Himself, has issues.
"Hell was so close to God"
Really, who knew?
Personal Response:
This poem really invoked a feeling in me - how messed up the world is. Reading through multiple war poems in a short period of time really showed you how mechanical the world is. Everything is in a cycle, war, peace, life, death, Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, everything is ROBOTIC. It's as if the world is just a gigantic machine and we are the gears that move it. In all the chaos, in all the problems of the world, a small crack of human emotion shows through, but even the power of the mind is unable to withstand a five kiloton package of TNT delivered right to your doorstep. The feebleness of the human husk is forever our limit.
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die" - Hands Held High, Linkin Park
They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes
They washed out the blood, we loaded our ruck’s and then took to the skies
Over the mountains, villages, and valleys we flew
Where we would land we had not a clue
Bullets are flying, the LZ is hot
We’re leaving this bird whether we like it or not
30 seconds they yelled, Lock N Load and grab your shit
Get ready to go and make it quick
My heart is pumping adrenalin through all of my veins
I run as fast as I can through the lead rain
The noise is tremendous, terror I can’t define
The only reason I survived that day was divine
I kept pulling the trigger and reloading and pulling some more
You do what you have to do, with that I will say no more
We fought from the valleys to the mountain peaks
From house to cave, to car to creek
Dirty and tired and hungry and scared
We slept with our boots on so we were always prepared
Those majestic mountains so steep, so high they kiss the skies
The Hindu Kush has changed so many lives
Up the mountains with heavy loads we trod
Who knew hell was so close to God
Beauty and terror are a strong mixed drink
So we drank it like drunkards and tried not to think
Good men and bad men, Mothers lost son’s
Everyone loses their innocence when they carry guns
Washed in the blood, and baptized by fire
I will never forget those who were called higher
They say blood is thicker than water, well lead is thicker than blood
Brothers aren’t born they’re earned. In the poppy fields, the tears, and the mud
And when I get to heaven to Saint Peter I will tell
Another Paratrooper reporting for duty sir, I spent my time in hell
Steve Carlsen
(Task 1) Firstly, a bit of background information on Steve Carlsen:
Steve Carlsen was born and lives in Dowagiac Michigan. He joined the United States Army in October 2000 and went to Infantry Basic Training, and Airborne School in Ft. Benning Georgia. He then reported to D Company 1st battalion 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. 82nd Airborne Division in Ft. Bragg North Carolina. He deployed to Kosovo in November 2001 as part of peace keeping operations. He Deployed to Afghanistan in of December 2002 where he participated in combat operations. He was honorably discharged from the Army in 2003. He currently attends Southwestern Michigan College where his professor, Dr Michael Collins challenged him to write about his experiences.
And therefore, Steve Carlsen would be a frontline soldier at Afghanistan - He would have experienced personally the true entirety of war.
(Task 2) Analysis:
POV:
In the poem, the POV is of a frontline soldier, possible Steve Carlsen himself on one of his missions. The first stanza drops the reader straight into the war zone itself. The use of military slang such as 'LZ' and 'Lock N' load' further immerses the reader into the situation. The first stanza also gives an instant ugly depiction of war through the very first few lines "They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes". This instantly shows the ugly reality of war.
The fact that immediately after "They washed out the blood", the persona boarded the same helicopter that was used to transport dead and wounded soldiers towards the war zone, where eventually they themselves will become the same dead and wounded soldiers being transported back and then it will result in a cycle of neverending horrors. However, the fact that in the entire poem, this was the only mention of death amongst fellow soldiers can show that the persona is either willing himself to ignore the atmosphere of death and destruction or that he has just seen to much of it. Either way, the persona seems to possess very assertive control over his emotions (normally what a war veteran would be like) so that he doesn't get affected much by seeing his fellow brothers-in-arms die. But through the rest of the poem, we can see this is not true at all; the persona is constantly fighting a battle inside of him. This is seen through how occasionally he shows signs of fear and resentment, both very human and very strong emotions. Basically, what seems to be a mechanical (robots, beep beep) cycle of life, bang and death is interrupted by human emotions.
Setting:
In the poem, the setting is pretty obvious. Afghanistan in the 21st Century, when America decides to launch an offensive against the Jihadists. America had not seen war for some time after the gulf war, and most of the soldiers sent there were merely rookies, be it sergeants, captains, the lowly private, not many had seen true war. In the poem, the setting is in a middle of a war zone, but the true battle, however, is fought within the persona, a battle against himself, and the conflict, Man VS Mind. The author, in a desolate reenactment of Hell where there is no salvation to be found, must find salvation within himself. The poem constantly shows turmoil and confusion of mind within the husk of a veteran of war.
Language/Diction:
In the poem, there are many instances of the use of army slang. This is used to great effect in the sense that it shows how frantic wartime really is. It also immerses the reader into the poem. However, there were references to religion. The fact that the reader responded to St Peter's in a military-like manner shows the degradation of the human psyche through battle - everything was mechanical, and it's a never-ending cycle. It almost seems as if it is your duty to die, to sacrifice, that it is your mission to fight for your country, and end up in Heaven. The degradation is really the fact that even religion, even God Himself, has issues.
"Hell was so close to God"
Really, who knew?
Personal Response:
This poem really invoked a feeling in me - how messed up the world is. Reading through multiple war poems in a short period of time really showed you how mechanical the world is. Everything is in a cycle, war, peace, life, death, Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, everything is ROBOTIC. It's as if the world is just a gigantic machine and we are the gears that move it. In all the chaos, in all the problems of the world, a small crack of human emotion shows through, but even the power of the mind is unable to withstand a five kiloton package of TNT delivered right to your doorstep. The feebleness of the human husk is forever our limit.
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die" - Hands Held High, Linkin Park