Armistice Day

Before it was Veterans’ Day, November 11 was known as Armistice Day due to the Armistice that ended World War I beginning at 11am on 11/11/1918. This is probably the most famous poem that came out of that war, and it renews us to commit once again to both honor our veterans and work tirelessly to make sure that there need not be so many of them.

DULCE ET DECORUM EST – Wilfred Owen

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 disappointed shells 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 floundering 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.

WF

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One Response to Armistice Day

  1. Mark says:

    I don’t know what the hell happened to wordpress but the word “guttering” is now hyperlinked to ads for gutter services. Owen would be ever so pleased.

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