Dulce et Decorum EstWilfred Owen (1893-1918)
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 gas-shells dropping softly behind.
GAS! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling,
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
"It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country."
It can also be found inscribed on the Memorial Amphitheater, Arlington National Cemetery
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