dulce et decorum est

dulce et decorum est

Dulce et Decorum est
On a long, tiring and gruesome day during World War I, one soldiers recalls one bad day he personally experienced. Long tiring day during World War I. Gruesome death of a soldier. Don’t come home and praise about the war

Bent double like old beggars under sacks. Knock-kneed coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge – Marched through wet sloppy mud with cold like symptoms while using foul language. Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots – So exhausted they kept walking like zombies back through the wet sloppy mud were some lost their boots. drunk with fatigue, deaf even from the hoots - So tired that they had the feeling of being drunk, tone deaf to the sounds of the artillery sounds flying above their heads. With the battle for survival continues even with their retreat back to safety, they are surprised with a silent and deadly attack.

Gas, Gas quick boys, an ecstasy of fumbling. Fitting the clumsy helmet just in time – Soldiers put on their protective gas masks just in time. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling through the misty panes and thick green light – A soldier was yelling, screaming and stumbling to put on his protective mask and was reacting to the pain of the gas getting into his body. His hanging face, like a devils sick of sin – The soldiers face was pale and stiff from the gases inhaled, soldiers face looking like he saw the devil himself and it scared him stiff (like in horror movies). From the horrifying scenes from War to the life and feeling of coming home

Don’t come home and praise about the War. My friend you would not tell with such high zest – Talking about the soldier that died with NO idealistic enthusiasm. To children ardent for some desperate glory – Nor would you talk to any children about what was seen or heard during the War to gain any praise or glory about yourself or the War

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori – It is sweet and right to die for your country....

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