infantry,

This helps me understand the cause of the death. It helps me create an image of two men facing each other in a war, and then they fire back and forth not from a couple feet away but from a man's distance. It helps me see that this was no accident. An infrantry goes to war and their job to kill, and they try hard to shoot with precision. It helps me envision two guys with dark, dark intentions and it helps me see that nobody wins where it comes to war. It helps me put myself in the murderer's perspective and see how in his life this incident may have seemed small and insignificant, but to someone else it could be so life changing and war-like. Knowing it was a war makes me think a little better of this man, because in war it is his job to kill. It is not like he killed on the street and should go to jail, it's not that kind of sin. It is a situation in which he killed in battle and feels some remorse for his actions, and for this I give him credit. However, as the poem goes on he seems to talk himself out of this sympathy to the point where he basically says, "who cares?" As I see it, this reveals something about the poet. Is he the one who trying to stay tough and who is talking himself out of being a decent person? A murder is a murder no matter how it comes.