Gluck

"Parable of the Hostages" really stuck with me out of all of his poems. It made me really think about what is going on in all the soldiers minds. It really reminded me of Vietnam and the hatred people had for our soldiers then, so much hatred in fact that they would spit on them. Soldiers wonder when they come home will they receive a warm welcome or will they be dismissed like that have not risked their life for our freedom? War is exciting and unpredictable, but now they are going back to the lives they once knew. Will these lives be the same?...or will they be different? I could see this thought going through many soldiers heads day by day. They do not know if their life will go back to normal. This is a scary thought, since stability and security is one of our primal needs.