The reason I chose to do this poem is because my grandfather was in the Air Force, my cousin is about to go into the navy, and I

want to go to the Naval Academy like my cousin.

Stanza

Anonymous

Eyes of men running, falling, screaming

Eyes of men shouting, sweating, bleeding

Eyes of the fearful, those of the sad

Eyes of exhaustion and those of the mad

Eyes of the men thinking, hoping, waiting

Eyes of the men loving, cursing, hating

Eyes of the wounded sodden red

Eyes of the dying and those of the dead

Poetry Dig

Imagery, Rhythm, Repletion

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