Dear group facilitators and viewers:
I read this poem as a teenager. I was deeply moved by the protagonist's grief at the realisation of the terrible loss he has caused his dead 'enemy', particularly in the face of his realisation of their shared humanity. The poem becomes a requiem, and the poet's suffering compounded, for me, by Owen's own death soon after.
I feel anew and revisit Owen's suffering at that strange meeting every time I see young 'heroic' soldiers grasp the enormity of their acts. It is indeed the story of Moving Beyond Violence - only Wilfred Owen tells if far more poignantly that I ever could. Perhaps you would like to read it with your group.
Irris Singer