Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And…

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Sam here: Wilfred Owen wrote some truly astonishing documentation of what life was like for himself and those around him during the First World War. It wasn't fun or easy to read through his poems, but it's important to keep their memory and message alive
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The Pity of War: The Poetry of Wilfred Owen, read by Sam

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If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

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Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And…

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Manuscript of "Dulce Et Decorum Est" · Thinking About War Poetry | First World War Poetry Digital Archive