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Two poems that sum up the tragedy of it all.<\/p>\n
Dulce et decorum est<\/strong><\/p>\n Wilfred Owen<\/em><\/p>\n Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, 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’ –<\/em> words from an ode by the Roman poet Horace: ‘How sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country’<\/em>.<\/p>\n On Passing the New Menin Gate<\/strong><\/p>\n Siegfried Sassoon<\/em><\/p>\n Who will remember, passing through this Gate, Here was the world’s worst wound. And here with pride Two poems that sum up the tragedy of it all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1290,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71,1],"tags":[69,67,66,68],"class_list":["post-1289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-history","category-miscellaneous","tag-armistice","tag-poppies","tag-poppy","tag-war"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1289"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2311,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1289\/revisions\/2311"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reeddesign.co.uk\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nKnock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
\nTill on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
\nAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.
\nMen marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
\nBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
\nDrunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
\nOf gas-shells dropping softly behind.<\/p>\n
\nFitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
\nBut someone still was yelling out and stumbling
\nAnd floundering like a man in fire or lime.
\nDim through the misty panes and thick green light
\nAs under a green sea, I saw him drowning.<\/p>\n
\nHe plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.<\/p>\n
\nBehind the wagon that we flung him in,
\nAnd watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
\nHis hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
\nIf you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
\nCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
\nBitter as the cud
\nOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
\nMy friend, you would not tell with such high zest
\nTo children ardent for some desperate glory,
\nThe old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
\nPro patria mori.<\/p>\n
\nThe unheroic Dead who fed the guns?
\nWho shall absolve the foulness of their fate,
\nThose doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?
\nCrudely renewed, the Salient holds its own.
\nPaid are its dim defenders by this pomp;
\nPaid, with a pile of peace-complacent stone,
\nThe armies who endured that sullen swamp.<\/p>\n
\n‘Their name liveth for evermore’ the Gateway claims.
\nWas ever an immolation so belied
\nAs these intolerably nameless names?
\nWell might the Dead who struggled in the slime
\nRise and deride this sepulchre of crime.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"