1. Dulce et decorum est by Wilfred Owen

2. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks….

3. Knock- kneed, coughing like hags… We cursed through sludge…..

4. ‘til on the haunting flares we turned our backs, and toward our distant rest began to trudge.

5. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, but limped on, blood-shod… All went lame, all blind; drunk with fatigue…

6. Deaf, even to the hoots of gas shells dropping softly behind…

7. Gas! G AS ! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling… …fitting the clumsy helmets just in time…

8. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling… …and floundering like a man in fire or lime.

9. And, dim through the misty panes and thick green light… …as under a green sea, I saw him… …drowning…

10. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, he plunges at me… …guttering… …choking… …drowning.

11. If, in some smothering dream, 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 with sin…

12. And if, at every jolt, you could hear the blood come gargling from the froth- corrupted lungs…

13. Obscene as cancer… …bitter as the cud of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues…

14. My friend, you would tell with such high zest, to children, ardent for some desperate glory… …that old Lie:

15. Dulce et decorum est… …pro patria mori.* *Latin: it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s native land. Pte. James Charles Martin Died of disease, Gallipoli, 25 th October 1915 Age: 14

16. British war poet Wilfred Owen was killed in action On 4 th November 1918… …exactly one week before the Armistice that ended the war.