Portfolio 4

In this new post of my portfolio I want to share one of the firsts works that we made in the Literature class. During the first term, we have been reading and analyzing several war poems, and seeing the different points of view on the image of the man who goes to war, that is, the soldier. We discussed whether going to war was really a heroic act or a free pass to suffering.

Then, we got together in groups and each one deeply analyzed a different poem, but always with the same objective and theme, the war and the role of the soldier.  Together with Luz Esteban, Belén Brito Peret and Sol Santayana we had to read, study and analyze the poem «Anthem to doomed youth», written by Wilfred Owen.

Here I leave the presentation


  Personally, I really liked working on this issue of war since I had a very closed view on it. I honestly believed that they were countries fighting and killing for more possessions, power and prestige compared to others. In addition, he considered the soldier as a noble person who was the hero who was going to fight and represent his nation. However, by reading and analyzing all the presentations both mine and those of my colleagues, I could see that war is a horrible space, where death abounds and sadness and fear take over everything. I completely understood that the soldier is not a hero, but a victim of clashes between nations, a victim who ends up suffering deeply and even giving his life for others. 


  This work done in class I can relate to a song by Phil Ochs that I really like called «I ain’t marching anymore». This speaks so much of the suffering of war and the question that a lot of people ask themselves, is it really worth going to war to leave your own life?  It is a song that mobilizes me as it speaks of a lot of battles and confrontations where the pain and the enormous and immense suffering of the soldiers were seen both when fighting, and seeing their friends and their companions dying for others. 

Here I leave a link for the video of the song:


And here I leave the lyrics:

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans

At the end of the early British war

The young land started growing

The young blood started flowing

But I ain’t marchin’ anymore

For I’ve killed my share of Indians

In a thousand different fights

I was there at the Little Big Horn

I heard many men lying

I saw many more dying

But I ain’t marchin’ anymore

It’s always the old to lead us to the war

It’s always the young to fall

Now look at all we’ve won with the saber and the gun

Tell me is it worth it all

For I stole California from the Mexican land

Fought in the bloody Civil War

Yes I even killed my brother

And so many others

And I ain’t marchin’ anymore

For I marched to the battles of the German trench

In a war that was bound to end all wars

Oh I must have killed a million men

And now they want me back again

But I ain’t marchin’ anymore

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky

Set off the mighty mushroom roar

When I saw the cities burning

I knew that I was learning

That I ain’t marchin’ anymore

Now the labor leader’s screamin’ when they close the missile plants

United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore

Call it, «Peace» or call it, «Treason»

Call it, «Love» or call it, «Reason»

But I ain’t marchin’ any more




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