in to the jaws of death into the mouth of hell
metaphor highlights they will die but also be heroic
neither won nor lost… changed us both
neither won nor lost the struggle in the glass tank clouded with feelings which changed the both of us
I can remember you… the traffic lights
i can remember you,child, as i stood in the hot, white room at the window watching the people and the cars taking a turn at the traffic lights.
their light hearts turned to stone
metaphor suggests war takes away the young
what is halfe caste about
prejuidce
reassurance of the flame is flexible
image of both horror and happiness