Dulce et decorum est 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 tried, 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 (1893-1918) Dulce et decorum est 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 tried, 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 (1893-1918)
The Battle of the Somme occurred on both sides of the Somme River in France. It is also known as the Somme Offensive.
Butcher of the Somme
The Battle of Somme started on the 1st of July 1916 and Ended on the 13th of November 1916. From, Saiyed Mohammed Faizan.
the battle of Somme lasted for 4months and 18days.
battle of Somme and the battle of Ypres
The Battle of the Somme began in France near the Somme River.
No
The Battle of the Somme occurred on both sides of the Somme River in France. It is also known as the Somme Offensive.
french stared the battle of Somme.
The Battle of the Somme (sometimes known as the Somme Offensive) was one of the bloodiest military battles in history.
The Battle of the somme was a horrible thing but for a good reason
Zero Hour for the Battle of the Somme (Somme Offensive) was 7:30 a.m. on July 1st, 1916.
1st July, 1916
No. The Battle of the Somme was in 1916. The US entered the war in 1917.
The Battle of the Somme ended due to bad weather conditions.
yes there was, there was over 50,000 ladies in the war.
Butcher of the Somme