Monday, May 24, 2010

E-Learning 2 (25 - 26 May 2010) - We Slept With Our Boots On

Task 1
Based on your understanding of the selected poem, perform extensive web research and write a report detailing the conflict represented in the poem(s) of your choice. Bear in mind that this piece of background information will allow your blog audience to further understand the poem as well as your analysis of the poem in Task 2.

Be sure to include your references and credit your sources.


(I was unable to find much information on this poem as it is not very well-known. Hence, the following interpretation of mine may not be very accurate)

Some background information on the author of the poem:
Born and presently living in Dowagiac, Michigan, Steve Carlsen was recruited into the US Army in October 2000. He experienced Infantry Basic Training and Airborne School in Ft. Benning, Georgia. He was assigned to D Company 1st battalion 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment and 82nd Airborne Division in Ft. Bragg North Carolina. In November 2001, he was deployed to Kosovo as part of a peace keeping operations and went on to Afghanistan in December 2002 where he was further deployed for combat operations. In 2003, he was honorably discharged from the Army and currently attends Southwestern Michigan College where his professor, Dr Michael Collins challenged him to write about his experiences. This poem ("We Slept With Our Boots On") is a product of his experiences of war.

The poem speaks of Steve Carlsen, a war veteran, war experience in Afghanistan. The first 2 lines of the poem tells us that the soldier emptied the injured and dead soldiers out of the plane and put the author's paratrooper platoon in it. They were clueless as to where they would land for their combat operations. Then, they were ungraciously and unwillingly dropped right smack in the middle of the fierce battefield, the author nervous and scared. They sprinted for cover from the deafending bullets, terrified, shooting continously. They fought on all sorts of terrain, tired and frightened, making sure they were always prepared. It was as if they were in hell but they blocked this thought from their minds. The author feels that fighting in a war and shooting a gun changes a person forever; no longer is he innocent but battle-scarred, witnessing countless deaths and agony.


We Slept With Our Boots On

They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes
They washed out the blood, we loaded our ruck’s and then took to the skies
Over the mountains, villages, and valleys we flew
Where we would land we had not a clue
Bullets are flying, the LZ is hot
We’re leaving this bird whether we like it or not
30 seconds they yelled, Lock N Load and grab your shit
Get ready to go and make it quick
My heart is pumping adrenalin through all of my veins
I run as fast as I can through the lead rain
The noise is tremendous, terror I can’t define
The only reason I survived that day was divine
I kept pulling the trigger and reloading and pulling some more
You do what you have to do, with that I will say no more
We fought from the valleys to the mountain peaks
From house to cave, to car to creek
Dirty and tired and hungry and scared
We slept with our boots on so we were always prepared
Those majestic mountains so steep, so high they kiss the skies
The Hindu Kush has changed so many lives
Up the mountains with heavy loads we trod
Who knew hell was so close to God
Beauty and terror are a strong mixed drink
So we drank it like drunkards and tried not to think
Good men and bad men, Mothers lost son’s
Everyone loses their innocence when they carry guns
Washed in the blood, and baptized by fire
I will never forget those who were called higher
They say blood is thicker than water, well lead is thicker than blood
Brothers aren’t born they’re earned. In the poppy fields, the tears, and the mud
And when I get to heaven to Saint Peter I will tell
Another Paratrooper reporting for duty sir, I spent my time in hell


Task 2: ANNEX A

Point of View (POV): POV: The title takes the POV of the author and his fellow paratrooper (“We”), as the poem is mainly about the author’s platoon.

The first 2 lines of the poem takes the 3rd person’s POV (“they”), as the author and his platoon watches the other soldiers discarding the dead and injured inside the plane and loading them aboard.

The next few lines take the POV of the author’s platoon as they were flown to the battlefield (“We”) and dropped into the battlefield by the other soldiers. Then, it changes to the author’s POV (“My”) as he describes his nervousness and terror, sprinting through the bullets amidst the deafening battlefield, then shooting repeatedly, claiming it was what had to be done.
The POV reverts to that of the author’s platoon (“We”) as they fought on every ground, unclean, exhausted and frightened, always on the lookout. Then, it returns to the author’s POV as he thought about how the Hindu Kush Mountains had transformed their lives. The POV yet again turns back to that of the author and his paratroopers as they trudged on, aware of the terror but trying to distract and distance themselves from it with the beauty of the mountains.

The POV is now that of the author’s. He ponders on how everyone seems to lose their innocence once they hold a gun and enter the battlefield. He also remembers those who were killed in combat and feels that his fellow paratroopers are like his own brothers after all they’ve been through together. He ends off on a somewhat bitter but humorous note.

Situation and Setting: The main setting here is the battlefield. The situation there seems to be dire, as can be seen from the “lead rain”, which alludes to the non-stop firing of bullets. The “noise is tremendous, terror I can’t define” tells us the battlefield was extremely loud and induced fear in the author. The setting of the battlefield does change, from “the valleys to the mountain peaks/From house to cave, to car to creek”. This shows that there was war everywhere and that the soldiers had to be cautious and ready to fight at any time, such as how they “slept with our boots on”. Lastly, the setting of the “majestic” Hindu Kush helped the soldiers to distract themselves from the terror of war.

Language/Diction: The use of the word “unloaded” and “loaded” in the first 2 lines of the poem tells me the author feels they (he and his platoon) were treated simply as replaceable, expendable goods. The rhyme of lines 5 and 6 (“hot” and “not”) emphasize how the platoon was to be dropped into the battlefield no matter how dangerous it was, “bullets are flying, the LZ is hot”. (LZ is Landing Zone). The lead rain stands for the repeated fire of bullets, and the rhyme of the following 2 lines emphasize how dangerous the battlefield, its noise tremendous, “terror I can’t define”, was as the only reason the author survived was divine intervention.

The repetition of “and” in “I kept pulling the trigger and reloading and pulling some more” highlights how the author kept shooting continuously, thus revealing his fear and the danger of the battlefield. The platoon “fought from the valleys to the mountain peaks/From house to cave, to car to creek”. The rhyme of “peaks” and “creek” emphasizes the fact that war was everywhere, inescapable, as does the alliteration of “car to creek”. This explains why the soldiers had to “sleep with our boots on” and the rhyme of “scared” and “prepared” underlines how the soldiers were wary of an enemy attack and hence had to constantly be on the lookout.

The line “Who knew hell was so close to God” again emphasizes the terror of the battlefield and even the majestic Hindu Kush could become a raging battlefield, aptly described by the word “hell”.

The following lines tells us that the soldiers were terrified of the war, but in order to distract themselves, they tried to take in the beauty of the Hindu Kush and forget about war, as emphasized by the alliteration “drank like drunkards”. The next 2 lines state that no matter who you are, everyone would lose their innocence upon fighting. The rhyme of the “son’s” and “guns” highlights this. The soldiers face death and injury as they grow up, as can be seen from them being “Washed in the blood, and baptized by fire”. The author feels his fellow paratroopers are like his own blood brothers as can be seen from how “lead is thicker than blood”, meaning it is how important. The paratroopers have gone through much together “in the poppy fields, the tears, and the mud”, which explains that they have gone through agony, pain and loss together. The poem ends of on a somewhat sarcastic but a little humorous note.

Personal Response: This poem’s structure is untidy and is not divided into stanzas. I feel that this represents Steve’s view of war: messed-up and continuous (participated in many combat operations).

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Is Playing or Studying More Beneficial For Us?

This is a really difficult question. Of course, who doesn't wish that there isn't any school to go to or mounds of homework to complete everyday? I rather play Nintendo any day of the week than learn about Newton's Third Law in school. However, deep down inside all of us, we know that at the end of the day, school is truly for our own good. The teachers are there not to work us to death but to nurture us into critical-thinking, mature individuals, ready to face society, from the childish, dependent students we are.

Take for example, the November/December holidays after the Primary School Leaving Examination (PSLE) 2 years back. I was finally free from the hell the teachers put us through. I thought initially that it would be the 2 most glorious months of my life, after all the extra homework, lessons and tuition I've been through. I was all set to plop in front of the computer with a bag of crisps and a soda to catch up on all the agonizing hours I spent studying and revising instead of gaming. It was barely a week before I started to miss and pine for the good old schooldays. Though I was extremely stressed and under a lot of pressure then, at least I had work to do and had a proper aim in mind at that point. It was then I realized that a person must have a purpose in life. Only then would he would be motivated to achieve it and not drift aimlessly. A life without an aim is considered to be a life without any proper direction to it. Without any direction, a life will go astray. It simply wastes itself. How can you be happy if you don't achieve anything? Won't your life be totally useless and unfulfilling?

However, there is a need to play too. Working or studying might land us a job in the workforce in the future but as the saying goes, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." There is a need to strike a proper balance between work and play. If you work too much, you will feel bored too and unhappy. You need a little enjoyment now and then to be inspired to continue studying/working. On the other hand, too much playing just leads to no achievements and boredom.

In conclusion, I feel that both having fun and working are essential to happiness. In other words, we have to work hard and play hard to be happy.