The Parable of the Old Man and the Young / Wilfred Owen

I recently visited Jerusalem, and among other things, enjoyed a great view from the Armon ha-Natsiv Promenade. The guide spoke of the (near) sacrifice of Isaac, which is said to have occured at the very spot on the Moriah mountain on which later stood the Jewish Temple, then the Muslims built their Dome of the Rock.

Wilfred Owen, of whose Anthem for Doomed Youth I had already written, thought about Isaac's sacrifice too, but used it to speak of his own time and doom.

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps
and builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
(Owen)

Was Owen's war - World War I just about personal pride? I don't think so. But this poem rings especially true when one thinks of the sins of pride of each of us individually:

Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus,
that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades,
and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures,
for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day
on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles,
first fell out with one another.
(Homer, Iliad, I)