He drank too much and boasted
Too much about his ancient violence.
His eyes were mad each time he talked of Troy.
But still we sailed, like ugly gods enduring
The day-spring glittering with beauty,
And one of us kept notching up the moons
Along the rotting gunwale; still we kept
A fitful knowledge of ourselves; we wove
Into the pattern of our nervous thoughts
A vague confusing longing for the fields,
Homesteads and wives and children grown to manhood,
The pastoral life, the common satisfaction
Forfeited when we answered wrong with wrong.
And still at sunset we beheld the bastions
And burning towers of the lovely city
Immortalized by its destruction.
The final line of the stanza sums up the moral judgement of the speaker. Their right to “the common satisfaction” is forfeited when they sacked Troy. 
 At this stage Odysseus has disappeared from the story. Morally he is on a different plane to his men.
The Odyssey