Could someone please provide an analysis of "Smile, Smile, Smile" by Wilfred Owen?

With regard to Wilfred Owen's poem, "Smile, Smile, Smile,"
it refers, as do all of his poems, to World War I.

There is
an incongruity at the start of the poem: the newspapers are advertising new homes to be
ready when the war is over.

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For,' said the paper, 'when this war is
done
The men's first instinct will be making
homes.

This creates a
conflict within the speaker, as he believes the war has only just begun. And if it
should end so soon, he believes it would somehow rob the dead of the "integrity" of
their sacrifice.

The speaker goes on to say that the
greatest honor to show a fallen hero is to remember
him.

We rulers
sitting in this ancient spot
Would wrong our very selves if we
forgot
The greatest glory will be theirs who fought,
Who kept this
nation in integrity.'

Owen
then writes that those wounded, who survive, share a special, private camaraderie with
one another: the value of sacrifice, perhaps.

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The half-limbed readers did not
chafe
But smiled at one another curiously
Like secret men who know
their secret safe.

The last
several lines I find ambiguous:

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Pictures of these broad smiles appear each
week,
And people in whose voice real feeling rings
Say: How they
smile! They're happy now, poor
things.

I assume the pictures
appearing each week (in the same newspaper, perhaps, that advertises new homes...) are
of those who have died in action. Readers of the newspaper, with sincerity in their
voices, remark at the fallen soldiers' smiles—saying, "They're happy now," as if dying
for one's country would validate the smile, somehow, of their sacrifice. However, the
closing, "...poor things" might convey that the reader does not fully comprehend the
satisfaction a hero would have in making the ultimate sacrifice, for the "sincere
voices" can only sympathize with the soldier's passing.

I
think, having read other poems by Owen, that the patriotic spirit of the solider lies at
the forefront of his poems. War asks of its fighters the greatest sacrifice, and true
heroes are only to glad to answer the call. They are most honored, then, in being
remembered by a thankful nation for what they have given.