Owen died a week before the WWI armistice, in 1918. Before that he had some harrowing experiences, and wrote some poetry based on this. But it wasn‘t until he met Siegfried Sassoon while hospitalized that he discovered his work was good. He worshipped Sassoon, reworked his poetry in his unique style of matching consonant endings (without rhyme). Then he returned to the front until his death, leaving us only his drafts.