Walt_Whitman

Walt Whitman War is hell; there is no other way to put it. No matter how many times bards romanticize war and battle, there is that ultimate inherent ugliness involved in the business of killing. There is no honor or heroism in dying for your county, you just die, it is a great tragedy and there is nothing you can do about it. Mortality is always present on both sides fighting the battle; there will continuously be casualties. Suffering misery and destitution are constant whether on the march, sitting in the trench or charging across no man¡¦s land. The pain is felt on both warring sides, everyone suffers, war brings nothing but anguish, joy and happiness are non-existent. No one rejoices war, unless they are zealous over a cause, then they are just crazy. Historians consider the Civil War as one of the bloodiest conflicts of all time. Through the eyes of a hospital attendant, there must have been nothing but rows of cots containing dead or dying. Walt Whitman was a hospital attendant who treated many soldiers, and watched many of them suffer as they died. In his collection of poetry, Leaves of Grass, war, whitman, nothing, civil, wound-dresser, suffering, people, one, been, warfare, soldiers, man, land, everyone, dead, country, beat, after, about, way, result, purpose, pointlessness, poetry, pain, order, men, life, just, hospital, grass, enemy, dying, destructiveness, countrymen