\"Dulce Et Decorum Est\" by Wilfred Owen
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Dolce at Decorum by Wilfred Owen bent double like old beggars under sacks, knock kneed, coughing like eggs. We cursed through sludge to la. The haunting flares, we turned our backs and towards our distant rest began to trudge men. Marched to sleep. Many had lost their boots but limped on blood shot. All went lame all blind drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots of gas shells dropping softly behind gas, gas quick boys and ecstasy of fumbling fitting the clumsy helmets just in time. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling and floundering like a man in fire or lime dimmed through the misty pains and thick green light is 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 sick of sin. If you could hear it, every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth. Corrupted lungs obscene as cancer bitters. The cut of file 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 L at.