Who’s to blame? Aim: to introduce pupils to various sources that explore this theme

Focus Poem: ‘Disabled’ Other Poems: ‘The Last Laugh’, ‘Mental Cases’

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. About this time Town used to swing so gay When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim, - In the old times, before he threw away his knees. Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, All of them touch him like some queer disease.

There was an artist silly for his face, For it was younger than his youth, last year. Now he is old; his back will never brace; He's lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry, And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race, And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg, After the matches carried shoulder-high. It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg, He thought he'd better join. He wonders why... Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.

That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg, Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts, He asked to join. He didn't have to beg; Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years. Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes; And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears; Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits. And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal. Only a solemn man who brought him fruits Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul. Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes, And do what things the rules consider wise, And take whatever pity they may dole. To-night he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come?

 List names of those Owen suggests might be culpable  The soldier  Women  Media men: propaganda  Politicians  Society - pressure from those at home  Now rate their responsibility and be prepared to argue your case

Focus Poem: ‘The General’ Other Poems: ‘The Hero’, ‘They’

 Haig Haig What do you know about Haig?

"Good-morning; good-morning!" the General said When we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead, And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine. "He’s a cheery old card," grunted Harry to Jack As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack. But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

Focus Poem: ‘The Next War’

The long war had ended. Its miseries had grown faded. Deaf men became difficult to talk to, Heroes became bores. Those alchemists Who had converted blood into gold Had grown elderly. But they held a meeting, Saying, 'We think perhaps we ought To put up tombs Or erect altars To those brave lads Who were so willingly burnt, Or blinded, Or maimed, Who lost all likeness to a living thing, Or were blown to bleeding patches of flesh For our sakes. It would look well. Or we might even educate the children.' But the richest of these wizards Coughed gently; And he said:

'I have always been to the front -In private enterprise-, I yield in public spirit To no man. I think yours is a very good idea -A capital idea- And not too costly... But it seems to me That the cause for which we fought Is again endangered. What more fitting memorial for the fallen Than that their children Should fall for the same cause?'

Rushing eagerly into the street, The kindly old gentlemen cried To the young: 'Will you sacrifice Through your lethargy What your fathers died to gain ? The world must be made safe for the young!' And the children Went....

Focus Drama: ‘Blackadder Goes Forth ’ Episode: ‘Goodbyeee’

Goodbyeee is the last (and the nation's favourite) episode in the ‘Blackadder Goes Forth’ series General Melchett has finally given the command for the company to go over "over the top", that is to say charge to their certain deaths. Blackadder pretends to be mad so that he can be invalided back to Blighty - unfortunately the penalty for pretending to be mad is death by firing squad, so that plan ends in failure. Melchett sends Darling to the trench to join them for the final push. Even George realises, in a fit of honesty, that he's afraid. All hopes of last-minute reprieve gone, the four men climb over the trench, and walk into the German machine-gun fire.

Baldrick: 'Hear the words I sing, War's a horrid thing, But still I sing, sing, sing, Ding a ling a ling.' Melchett: 'I'll just have to sit this one out on the touchline with the half-time oranges and the fat wheezy boys with a note from matron, while you young bloods link arms for the glorious final scrum down.' Blackadder: 'Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better than my plan to get out of this by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed another madman round here?'