To Understand Poem by Wesley Mincin

I have yet to sleep with war
To keep one eye upon the sky,
to watch my fellow comrades die,
to walk on fields of ash and fire,
and witness bonfires rise higher and higher.

I have yet to understand,
why war is war and man is man.
Why do young men march out and die?
Why blood is spelt for it to dry?
And why our men return,
with stone-cold hearts,
or ones that burn.

I have yet to see how heroes,
truly act within the field.
To see them make a sacrifice,
to save their friends, they give their life.
They share their food
They share their drink
They share foxholes and share their ammo
They share a bond I have yet to see

I have yet to see true Hell
I have yet to feel true pain
I have yet to see true horror
I have yet to know the truth