Each time, that I read Wilfred Owen's "Spring Offensive", I realized, I was blessed to be born much after the war. Here, I am trying to struggle with rather a peaceful world, calling it something similar to Dante's Chaos. And when the poet wrote this piece, he was fighting along the frontiers. I marvel at that daring heart, which could look for beauty amidst raging battle.
For those who don't know about the poem, feel free to read through these links:
1)Read the poem at POEMHUNTER(dot)COM
2)Read about the poet