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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring 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.
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.

Wilfred Owen
8 October 1917 - March, 1918

.... goodnight......

by Eric on April 24, 2012 | Bullshit (2) | TrackBack (0) | Poetry
Bullshit So Far

Damn! Just Damn! Thee Gud Wyfe's grandfather survived the gas of WWI as a 17 year old doughboy who lied about his age and joined at 16. He wouldn't talk about a lot of it but we have some of his letters and his service record.

Bullshitted by Rey B on April 25, 2012 08:31 AM

.... it is funny..... my Wife never had any relatives to serve,but I had two Great Great Uncles who were tere......... it resounds more when you think of all those farmboys visiting Paris..... "How ya gonna keep'em down on the farm"?....

Bullshitted by Eric on April 25, 2012 09:39 PM