1. World War One

2. Some information:
Fought between Germany and England/France/ Belgium and other Allied countries.
Mainly fought in Trenches.
British war dead:
About 880,000 men from the United Kingdom, plus a further 200,000 from other countries in the British Empire and Commonwealth. German dead: approximately 1,808,000

3. Wilfred Owen ( ). Was killed in battle on November 4th 1918, 7 days before WW1 ended, he was only 25.

4. He felt pressured by the propaganda to become a soldier and volunteered on 21st October 1915. 
Within a week he had been transported to the front line in a cattle wagon and was "sleeping" 70 or 80 yards from a heavy gun which fired every minute or so.
He was soon wading miles along trenches two feet deep in water. Within a few days he was experiencing gas attacks and was horrified by the stench of the rotting dead; his sentry (soldier who keeps guard) was blinded, his company then slept out in deep snow and intense frost till the end of January. That month was a profound shock for him: he now understood the meaning of war.
Owen was killed in action on 4 November during the crossing of the German held Sambre–Oise Canal

5. Trench scene from Warhorse

6. “Dulce et Decorum est” is thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918

7. Spot the descriptive language techniques uses in Wilfred Owen’s poem “Dulce et Decorum est”
Stanza 1
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 towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
Stanza 2
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
Stanza 3
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; 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.

8. Poetry Exam Question:
2011 Paper Two > Section 2 > Question 2