To Be In A Time Of War accomplishes something incredible, which is it reaches in to not exactly the mind and the process of thought, but in to actions accomplished through pure emotional or physical or subconscious drives. It traces the actions, point by point, one goes through, while taking care to note the actions of thought. The character in the poem goes through a tragic internal conflict of dealing with the realities of war and with the reality of their daily life. They notice a burning hatred within, while all to often going outside to notice the beauty of the natural world around them. In this matter-of-fact, dogmatic kind of tone which makes the word “to” start to look funny to the reader, the author manages to make obvious that we all go through certain actions, and somehow the intermix of the typical turns and movements of human life with the burning emotional reactions to the outside world manages to draw my eyes to the fact that we seemingly appoint importance to certain actions over others. However, is it arbitrary?