23-46 Metropolis, Smallville
Short Road, CA, 12340
Dear Mr. Owen
My name is Alex Guerra, and I am a student in Information Technology High School, and I have written you this letter because I have read your poem, Dulce Et Decorium, in class, hoping you will explain your poem to me.
In the beginning of your poem, it says "Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge", it sounds like you are in mud and near a jungle, were you in tactical espionage? Later on in the poem, you mention your men marching and gas grenades were launched towards you. Did you and your conrades had the proper equipment to protect yourselves from the gas?
After you were attacked, you describe in the poem, "But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning." who was dying? Was it one of your conrades?
Then, you mention that the man who was drowning died, and you see that man dying in your dreams. Did you kill this man? "Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood, Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs" as described here it sounds like you heard him die, and you carried him to your auotmobile to save him.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely, Alex Guerra
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